Zaunpfahl Wenn Braune Hemden Aufmarschieren

Sieg Heil, foreigners out echoes through our town
I’m so damn tired of these slogans now
Protected by the cops
They can scream without a stop
They know nothing will happen to them
They know no court will condemn
The state makes these marches legit
But we sure as hell don’t give a shit

When brown shirts march in the street
And no one does a damn thing
When brown shirts march in the street
Too many lack the guts to swing
When brown shirts march in the street
And stride through our avenues
When brown shirts march in the street
And the cops grab the wrong crews

Yeah, many don’t care, but thankfully we do
And old men beam with pride, it’s true
They reminisce about the good old days
When they thrived among the crazed
I think of Hannover back in '95
Hundreds were there, feeling alive
And the paper said it loud and clear
The cops avoided leftist terror here

When houses burn
In a country that seems so refined
When houses burn
I just can’t wrap my mind
When houses burn
Because the folks inside come from other lands
When houses burn
And people too
When houses burn
I’ve got more than anger brewing in my gut
When houses burn
I’ve got more than anger brewing in my gut