Video musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Hawkins
The Hawkins
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Johannes Carlsson
Johannes Carlsson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johannes Carlsson
Johannes Carlsson
Producer

Letra

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