Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Astronomical Fool, artist - The Hawkins. Date of issue: 06.09.2018
Song language: English
The Astronomical Fool |
| So the scumbags are marching again, down on the southern street |
| They switched out the swastika and brown shirt for something white and green |
| They’re at the Gothenburg Book Fair, down on the southern street |
| One might think they’re gonna blame the books for why they can not read |
| Oh, excuse me for my prejudice there, if that is your critique |
| I let out my anger to flourish, it ain’t excactly me |
| But with the scripture you hold by the heart you are the astronomical fool |
| 'Cause every time you try to catch up with your 88 you catch 22 |
| The scumbags are marching again with their boots and their sticks |
| And with the basic idea to bring back «Germany 1936» |
| And they want to silence us all, ‘specially minorities |
| «Oh, inconsistency is everything», said Minority Green |
| Yeah, but what more can we do than let the blind lead the blind |
| As long as they stand straight and reverberate with their swastika signs? |
| I say when the scumbags are marching again, on the southern street |
| They may have their democratical right to protest but so the fuck do we |
| So gather resistance my friend, whoever you are |
| Show those hateful fuckers what it is to really have a heart |
| And show them you care but don’t bring a gun |
| Just tell them that you want exactly what they want times minus one |
| But don’t be afraid of their words, be aware of their scheme |
| How they might have tampered with the pipes in your house when you go to wash |
| yourself clean |
| Because in the background, these rats, I’ll compare them with Faust |
| Only because they still owe the devil to fight for their hollow cause -t |
| Yeah, the scumbags are marching again, down on the southern street |
| And I can feel the rage and adrenaline pump with every single beat |
| So come down and join me my friend, scream as loud as you can |
| Because the sheer existence of our voices here might be the best we have |
| And don’t let them silence you, dear, then you’ll be doomed |
| The next thing you know the whole book fair smells of gasoline fumes |
| So when they scream 88 teach them Catch-22 |
| Yeah maybe then we can crack the astronomical fool |