Jack The Ripper - Son Of... | Текст песни

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I am the son of Adolf Hitler
My father was a monster, and my mother... oh my poor mother !
Sometimes it's hard, sometimes it's heavy to carry
But every son of should join their hands and tell the good people :
\"We're not sons of, we're not sons of...
We are freaks.\"
I'm walking in the streets through your screaming, through your spit
And here are your wives saying : \"Look at his eyes, he must be the devil inside... The texture of his hair, the rictus on his face : yes he's the son of Adolf Hitler !\"
Sometimes it's hard, sometimes it's heavy to carry
But every son of should join their hands and tell the good people :
\"We're not sons of, we're not sons of...\"
That's what the people of this town want you to know :
\"If your blood is polluted, if you're in any need of aid...
You should be better off dead !\"

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