Do you think that the Gemans are bad ?
A jews life in the chambers is spent.
And all because they just weren't,
A blonde haired, blue eyed, Aryan gent?

We call them for their history.
For such attrocities they surely must pay ?
They killed millions of people.
The Civilised just don't act that way.

Hmmmmmmmm, please let me scroll back,
Through the annals of our brief life.
Back, not that far at all.
Till England was the cause of strife.

We "owned" three quarters of the planet,
The "Caffas" were there to be ruled.
We just had to snap our fingers.
Just who was it that we fooled ?

Like the Romans and Vikings before us,
We set forth to conquer our world.
Its a shame that we never just sat back,
To watch how the play unfurled.

Once again we now strive forward,
To quieten this threat that we see.
If we truly believed the words we spoke
Would Irelend be left quite so free ?

We emphasise the deliverence from evil,
We destroy the plant at it's root
And yet the civilised english,
Still think that ireland's under the boot.

We'll never know,
who's right, who's wrong,
What it is that history reveals.

We'll never know,
If our path is right.
We only know how it feels.

You can only go,
Through your life,
Doing what you think is right.

If you think
You're losing track,
Follow the righteous light.

I don't mean,
"God's" emphemeral shine
For that would not be me

Just follow yourself.
Do what's right.
I believe in you, you see ?

Forever and now hereafter,
What you see is the way it goes
Do you want a part of this ?
Is this the way you strove ?

Is this the goal that you sought ?
The trophy to top them all ?
Is the prize worth the price ?
Does the world think you played "ball" ?

Excuse yourself not unto others,
Just live with your choices alone.
You, of all, know what's right for you.
You know what's close to the bone.

I do not say that I am the true word.
I would never make this claim,
But please can you tell me,
How war will achieve your aim ?

No mattter which side you're on,
A bullet convinces me not.
You may be right,
You may be wrong.
But you shouldn't have fired a shot.

For don't you see how it goes,
No winner is ever absolute.
You have some fans.
And some that aren't.
But your empire will never bear fruit.

I just wish that I had them all,
The answers, we think, we need
To try and solve,
All our faults.
Maybe even earn a reprieve.

No matter what sense I talk,
No matter what you hear.
Do you think,
That I can change,
What it is that you fear ?

Until then,
How else can you act,
'Cept to strike first and hard ?

How else,
Can this pan out ?
To late, you've played your card.