| There’s a tremor in the city but it looks all quiet
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| There is something awful brewing but there ain’t riots
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| Beethoven
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| You can read between the lines that there must be more
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| You’re alarmed but you don’t know what you’re waiting for
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| Beethoven
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| Beethoven, the boots are back in town
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| When ignorance and fear are closing mouths and ears
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| The skins are on their way when it gets dark in europe
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| It’s just a state of mind, the blind leading the blind
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| Beethoven
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| There’s a scrawling on a tombstone
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| Judenschweine raus
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| Once again the racial fury is burning down the house
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| Beethoven
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| There’s a bleeding yellow man lying in the streets
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| But there isn’t anybody doing anything
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| Beethoven, the boots are back in town
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| When ignorance and fear are closing mouths and ears
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| The skins are on their way when it gets dark in europe
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| It’s just a state of mind, the blind leading the blind
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| And one grey day shall rise the flood no dikes will stem the heavy tides
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| When cold pierced feathered bodies scream
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| They fall as if the monstrous scythe of clouds had smashed them from the sky
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| The scattered squadron of mankind stabs right into the churned up ether
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| Of long forgotten birdless flights
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| Beethoven, the boots are back in town
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| The demons of the past will be replaced at last
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| There are smarter ones to stay, how can you stay away
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| From the order of disgrace, how can you close your eyes
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| Beethoven, the boots are back… |