the war, the war no weapons in store we found a knife like the others before your pain, your pain no doctor´s in town we found a grave and it´s hardly unknown you´re dying, you´re dying no friends if you like funeral party political strike a force, a force two nations divorced chuchill is bleeding cause we are a kind of deutsch we are a kind of deutsch we are a kind of deutsch let send the bombers again to germany let send the bombers again