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WW2

My friend the jew, he took me in
he looked so nice, although the grin

The sound of drums, it’s coming here
the soldiers now are everywhere

The sound of drums, that awful sound
travels too fast and shakes the ground

So sing the songs, of love and hate
chose one wisely, it is your fate

the words show up on bright lit walls
where angels fail to take the calls

This room has changed, it’s not the same
crowds are wondering who’s to blame

When dead men stare into you eye
and soldiers kneel and start to cry

I’ll break the door, I’ll eat your eyes
just like you have fed me lies

When dead men fail to show the way
My sisters friend was there as well

Please take my hand and steal my heart
We’ll never stay too far apart

She took my hand and led me in
right to the jew with that grin

Down stepped the lord, with golden clothes
He left too soon with nothing done

A pool of dreams and shattered hopes
the light of god against the ropes

Please call my name, I’ll die for you
But first I must go kill the jew

Beneath my hips are nothing now
to the master I still must bow

the jew is here, the soldiers too
it’s time to start world war two




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Publicerad 2025-03-15 10:25



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