Nürnberg 1946
I'm standing here before you, trying to assure you
That my conscience is quite clear although I knew the bastard well
I never was a partner in his hare-brained schemes
I tried to build a better world and live up to my dreams
I still believe hard labour makes you free
But the nasty stuff, you know it wasn't me
Ah, liebe Freund, we believe it, yes we do
We heard so many stories, never knew which ones were true
Oh no
The folks that laboured for us they were like my sons and daughters
To see them drop like flies you know it nearly broke my heart
It must have been a feature in God's fucked-up plan
To shove His might upon us all, just because He can
Still, those factories needed juice to run
And men and women and children building every tank and gun
Oh yes, that intervention was divine
Our Maker chose to throw His precious pearls before the swine
Amen. Amen
I had a vision one morning, I took it as a warning
It was an old man like the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come
He wore a filthy duffel coat and on its breast a star
My knees went wobbly and I whispered: I know who you are!
So yes I'm guilty, you should not let me go
Just haul my ass in prison and get on with the show
You little weasel, so that's your final plea?
You'll get a condo in Berlin while we go hangin' from a tree
Oy vey! Oy vey!
That my conscience is quite clear although I knew the bastard well
I never was a partner in his hare-brained schemes
I tried to build a better world and live up to my dreams
I still believe hard labour makes you free
But the nasty stuff, you know it wasn't me
Ah, liebe Freund, we believe it, yes we do
We heard so many stories, never knew which ones were true
Oh no
The folks that laboured for us they were like my sons and daughters
To see them drop like flies you know it nearly broke my heart
It must have been a feature in God's fucked-up plan
To shove His might upon us all, just because He can
Still, those factories needed juice to run
And men and women and children building every tank and gun
Oh yes, that intervention was divine
Our Maker chose to throw His precious pearls before the swine
Amen. Amen
I had a vision one morning, I took it as a warning
It was an old man like the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come
He wore a filthy duffel coat and on its breast a star
My knees went wobbly and I whispered: I know who you are!
So yes I'm guilty, you should not let me go
Just haul my ass in prison and get on with the show
You little weasel, so that's your final plea?
You'll get a condo in Berlin while we go hangin' from a tree
Oy vey! Oy vey!
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Writer(s): Ilkka Kullervo Ranta-aho
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