This is the story of my grandpa Max
A jewish tailor that has to face the facts
Sensed a hatred so profound so ugly he could smell
Forwarned him he should escape impending Hell
Now I'm Max's grandson and I'm back to say
Here I am, living proof that the Jew got away
Old folks point their fingers, cold stares seem to say
"If this was 1942 that scum would be sent away"
Now its 1991 and it's as clear as day
A lot of you old fascists haven't changed your way
Now I'm back in the Fatherland
And I'm here to say
Here I am, living proof that the Jew got away
Oh Bavaria, Aryan Heaven
Land where Hitler wrote 'Mein Kampf'
On Bavaria they're still laughing
At the ovens in the Camp
Private fascist armies to haunt us like the past
Fear is your disease and we'll call you on it fast
Designed a new A.I.D.S. tattoo for a brand new threat
But our kind won't go away, and we won't forget
