You trail the rats
To find the feast
And lash them back to sea
You fill the flesh pots
To feed the pig dogs
I want you home with me
The irons of demise
Forged in demon fire
Another war to end them all?
Do you not recoil, son
Do you not shudder
When you hear them call?
“First we take Berlin!”
“First we take Berlin!”
No, do not think it over
You say history does indeed need
A little push and shove
Now and then
And surely they will be
Rewriting your world from above
With tyrant pen
And once you ride that tiger
You cannot dismount
And when you fall
Will they lay your head
Where blossoms abound?
Why did you not know?
To find the feast
And lash them back to sea
You fill the flesh pots
To feed the pig dogs
I want you home with me
The irons of demise
Forged in demon fire
Another war to end them all?
Do you not recoil, son
Do you not shudder
When you hear them call?
“First we take Berlin!”
“First we take Berlin!”
No, do not think it over
You say history does indeed need
A little push and shove
Now and then
And surely they will be
Rewriting your world from above
With tyrant pen
And once you ride that tiger
You cannot dismount
And when you fall
Will they lay your head
Where blossoms abound?
Why did you not know?
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