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The Hawkins
The Hawkins
Performer
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Johannes Carlsson
Johannes Carlsson
Songwriter
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Johannes Carlsson
Johannes Carlsson
Producer

Letra

Mother we've been here too long I never thought we'd sing this song but Here we go again And I never thought we'd see this hell But the numbers speak for themselves so I guess I'm leaving then 'Cause I will not raise my first born son Like in 1921 If you know what I mean So fuck you all I'm outta here You won't see me anywhere I'm off to dry the tears away And fuck you all so fucking much This continent lost its finest touch When fascists rule around here And father now the time has come Pack your bags and sing along with me 'Cause we're leaving now 'Cause they might speak of freedom While their brains are shouting genocide So I guess we better hurry up And they say their thoughts are fresh and new Like 19-fucking-32 But they won't fool me, no So fuck you all I'm outta here You won't see me anywhere I'm off to dry the tears away And fuck you all so fucking much This continent lost its final touch When fascists rule around here Oh brother what have you done Return the calls to dad and mom Is it really true That you lost your head in politics and sailed away on a dictatorship? 'Cause that is what I've heard But I really hope you're safe and sound And keep your shirt from turning brown Maybe I will see That they'll raise their hands and they will kneel Like 19-fucking-33 But they won't catch me, no No So fuck you all I'm outta here You won't see me anywhere I'm off to dry the tears away And fuck you and your fucking fans The European racist romance Scares the shit out of me
Writer(s): Johannes Carl Carlsson, Albin Nils Elof Grill, Martin Gustav Larsson, Mikael Jan Christer Thunborg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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