Manic Street Preachers - The Intense Humming of Evil lyrics
[Manic Street Preachers - The Intense Humming of Evil lyrics]
"The court has come the court of the
Nations and into the courtroom will
Come the martyrs of Majdanek, and Oswiecim
From the ditch of Kerch
The dead will rise they will
Arise from the graves
They will arise from flames bringing with
Them the acrid smoke and
The deathly odour of scorched
And martyred Europe
And the children, they too will come
Stern and merciless the butchers had
No pity on them
Now the victims will judge the butchers today
The tear of the child is the judge the
Grief of the mother is the prosecutor"
You were what you were
Clean cut, and unbecoming
Recreation for the masses
You always mistook fists for flowers
Welcome welcome soldier smiling
Funeral march for agony's last edge
6 Million screaming souls
Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all
Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing
Never counted - never mattered - never be
Arbeit macht frei transports of invalids
Hartheim Castle breathes us in
In block 5 we worship malaria
Lagerstrasse, poplar trees
Beauty lost, dignity gone
Rascher surveys us butcher bacteria
Welcome welcome soldier smiling
Soon infected, nails broken, hunger’s a word
6 Million screaming souls
Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all
Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing
Never counted - never mattered - never be
Drink it away, every tear is false
Churchill no different
Wished the workers bled to a machine
Nations and into the courtroom will
Come the martyrs of Majdanek, and Oswiecim
From the ditch of Kerch
The dead will rise they will
Arise from the graves
They will arise from flames bringing with
Them the acrid smoke and
The deathly odour of scorched
And martyred Europe
And the children, they too will come
Stern and merciless the butchers had
No pity on them
Now the victims will judge the butchers today
The tear of the child is the judge the
Grief of the mother is the prosecutor"
You were what you were
Clean cut, and unbecoming
Recreation for the masses
You always mistook fists for flowers
Welcome welcome soldier smiling
Funeral march for agony's last edge
6 Million screaming souls
Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all
Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing
Never counted - never mattered - never be
Arbeit macht frei transports of invalids
Hartheim Castle breathes us in
In block 5 we worship malaria
Lagerstrasse, poplar trees
Beauty lost, dignity gone
Rascher surveys us butcher bacteria
Welcome welcome soldier smiling
Soon infected, nails broken, hunger’s a word
6 Million screaming souls
Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all
Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing
Never counted - never mattered - never be
Drink it away, every tear is false
Churchill no different
Wished the workers bled to a machine