| Escaped the net in '45, hiding out in South America
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| Protected by money and powerful friends
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| Hoping the world has forgotten by now
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| All the things that you did in the Nazi Death camps
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| The people that you tortured and killed
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| You can live you life in expectant fear
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| Sure some day you’ll be made to pay
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| Ch: I believe in justice
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| I believe in vengeance
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| I believe in getting the bastard
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| Man walks over dressed in flashy clothes
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| With an empty heart and a head full of money
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| Puts his arm around the lad of fifteen years
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| Talks sort of close like a long-lost brother
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| «It's really cool, all the pop stars do
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| If you don’t try a little you’d really be a fool
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| Tell you what I’ll do, I’ll make the first one free
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| And when you want some more just come back to me»
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| Loading up the barrels at the warehouse gates
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| Men in overalls on double rates
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| Put the stuff in the river and away for a beer
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| Don’t worry too much, they don’t live around here
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| And the poison seeps into every pore
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| Every child’s eyes, every innocent’s sore
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| Everybody knows behind the closed doors
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| Kick down the doors, kick down the doors
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| Ch: I believe in justice
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| I believe in vengeance
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| I believe in getting the bastard
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| Top-dog fascist gets the boys in the corner
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| Plants poison where there was just confusion
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| Walks away scot-free and laughing
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| Rides on the tide as the cancer grows
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| And the business man on corruption charges
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| With millions of dollars in dirty money
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| Gets a thousand pound fine after months in court
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| While the lawyers get fat and the law gets bought
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| Ch: I believe in justice
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| I believe in vengeance
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| I believe in getting the bastard |