The Immigrants - Berlin

My ears are ringing, guns keep on pounding,
Alarms are singing, the city’s sinking underground.
It’s getting boring, war still composing,
Nobody tells him, hey Nero go and fuck yourself!

We should have won it, we are meant for leading,
Blue eyes and blond hair, slaves won’t put them into chains!
Will fight like a German, swore blood and honour,
Cause if the time comes, I know exactly what to do!

In times of mass graves, they rape your sister,
they shoot your father cause he’s the tenth in the row.
In times of starving, children are killing,
Million tons of crops sold, for a bullet in your head.

But in the fire zone who does give a fuck?!
If you save your head please write a book,
In the name of love, pope or the third reich,
Übermensch or not you are dying on the ground.

Acoustic marching, strong graceful shouting,
My time is coming, I take the capsule in my hand.
Disgusting drowning, last chorus rising,
War's piece excites me, hell’s opening its gate.

In times of mass graves, they rape your sister,
They shoot your father cause he’s the tenth in the row.
In times of starving, children are killing,
Million tons of crops sold, for a bullet in your head.

But in the fire zone who does give a fuck?!
If you save your head please write a book,
In the name of love, pope or the third reich,
Übermensch or not you are dying on the ground.