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We are all pseudo-philosophers

Driving around in our fascist cars

Driving to the very best

Of the Berlin Burlesque

With the Fuhrer

 

(I wonder if he's holding?)

 

Oh it's 1933 and I've got the most striking yet pallid tone

He bought be a new pair of shoes 

So the we could dance,

Dance to the Blitzkrieg as we're loaded,

Loaded on the Dr.'s special dose of vitamin C.

As we drive around with H.

 

(After all he is no Jesus)

 

I wonder what he really puts

In our special doses

 

(But who really cares?)

 

We are all pseudo-philosophers

Driven by our fears

Brought together by our desperation.

 

I tell you that I hated him

But we fell in love watching the sunset

By the burning pyres.

 

Forget about human rights

First we must survive.