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