| I’ve never been one for the punch-up
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| But look I really hate those nazis
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| A certain something starts to wind me up
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| How could I hate them oh so violently
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| When two swords slashing at each other
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| Only sharpen one another
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| And in the long run even he’s your brudda'
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| Said even though that c*nt's a nazi
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| Always attack those things in someone else
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| Reflections that you can’t face in yourself
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| To make precious fascistic feeling gone
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| It makes you turn into a bigger one
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| Because …
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| Two swords slashing at each other
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| Only sharpen one another
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| And in the long run even he’s your brudda'
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| Said even though that c*nt's a nazi
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| Fighting the Front or just fronting a fight?
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| Sometimes it’s hard to see the left from the right
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| Are we angry or are we looking for peace?
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| Or just tryin' to win the war…
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| …by killing all the enemy off
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| Just to kill all the enemy off
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| Kill the enemy off
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| Kill the enemy off
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| I’ve never been one for the punch-up
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| But look I really hate those nazis
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| A certain something gets to wind me up
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| How could I hate them oh so violently
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| When two swords slashing at each other
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| Only sharpen one another
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| And in the long run even he’s your brudda'
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| Said even though that c*nt's a nazi
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| Even though that c*nt's a nazi
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| Even though that c*nt's a nazi |