Hitlers Brothers — текст песни (Paula Cole)

Litte boy, tries to hide,

From the fire in his backyard.

Burning cross, white cloth,

Its the second time this year.



Hitlers brothers are still alive,

Theyre wearing everyday disguises.



A woman runs, for asylum,

Shes the only one of her kind in this neighborhood.

She knows who they were,

They dont believe a word,

The cops just turn their heads to protect their friends.



Hitlers brothers are still alive,

Their army seems to grow in size,

Hitlers brothers are on the rise,

Theyre wearing everyday disguises.

...in camouflage or business suits.



Another man, bound and gagged,

Tied upon the railroad tracks.

At nine p.m. the b&m (boston & maine)

Rolled across his yellow skin



Hitlers brothers are still alive,

Their army seems to grow in size,

Hitlers brothers are on the rise,

Theyre wearing everyday disguises.

In camouflage or business suits,

Checkered aprons, combat boots,

Time to let those feelings go,

Hatred only kills your souls.