The Nazi's And Their Mustard.

The Mustard

Running to the trenches with 20/20 sight
Gun in hand locked and cocked all threw the night
Gun fire blazes up then suddenly comes to a halt
Up out of the trench unaware of the thought
That a hot smell could burn away your eye
German voices are heard yelling, Sterben!! "die"
Legs crumble under me, thinking of loved ones
Gasping for air an only getting blood by tons
I dont think you want to stand in the blind line
Your left on my left is how we find other mankind
Ration bag on the hip instead of a military issued gun
A white paped mask instead of eyes that see the sun
Body aching and cold darkness sends shivers of the end
Not knowing what your up against inside the gas within
Revenge is not the answer but revolution is key
I wish I could get to "see" the Nazi again who put that Mustard on me
Put on your mask on tight and always look twice
The Mustard is lurking waiting quietly like mice







Fascist Pie

Traders of Mother Russia stand in a line
Which seems impossible with backbones made of slime
So many traders gather under one trader coward,
Who soon comes falling down like one of the Twin Tower
So stand in line if you want your slice of Fascist pie
It will kill shortly after consumption but "o'well" so try
Solute your cook or supplier of madness (Hitler)
Unless you disagree with the "Kochbuch verrückt seitdem" (Cook Book Of Mad Since)
Eat your pie fast and stare gloriously at your Cheif
Stand ferm with your arm out and wave the flag in false victory
So what does this mean you ask if one has so many followers?
Lack of common since is what I say to the world we call ours
The people of civilization commonly disagree
To the thoughts of Hitler just like you and me