Power Hour

Power Hour

Dressed in uniforms, skulls on their caps
They're on the prowl, now don't you collapse
Remember the years 39-45, the lowest race tried to stay alive
(I lead u into victory, we'll be the only race soon, can't u see
I'm the leader, I gotta be, coz I lead insanity)

Age - eye - tea - ell - ea - are

With the big A at the wheel, they sat on the gas
Marching through cities, a massacre mass
People backing him up all along, digging those graves, there's nothing wrong
Trained to torment, they were the champs
Working overtime in the ss camps

Hit the shower - power hour
Nowhere to run, why bother regret
It's already done...



Credits
Writer(s): Clifford John Lundberg
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