Paula Cole - Hitler's Brothers lyrics
[Paula Cole - Hitler's Brothers lyrics]
Little boy tries to hide
From the fire in his backyard
Burning cross, white cloth
It's the second time this year
Hitler's brothers are still alive
They're wearing everyday disguises
A woman runs for asylum
She's the only one of her
Kind in this neighborhood
She knows who they were
They don't believe a word
The cops just turn their heads
To protect their friends
Hitler's brothers are still alive
Their army seems to grow in size
Hitler's brothers are on the rise
They're wearing everyday disguises
Hitler's brothers are still alive
Their army seems to grow in size
Hitler's brothers are on the rise
They're wearing everyday disguises
In camouflage or business suit's
Another man bound and gagged
Tied upon the railroad tracks
At nine PM the B & M
Rolled across his yellow skin
Hitler's brothers are still alive
Their army seems to grow in size
Hitler's brothers are on the rise
They're wearing everyday disguises
In camouflage or business suit's
Checkered aprons, combat boots
Time to let those feelings go
Hatred only kills your soul
From the fire in his backyard
Burning cross, white cloth
It's the second time this year
Hitler's brothers are still alive
They're wearing everyday disguises
A woman runs for asylum
She's the only one of her
Kind in this neighborhood
She knows who they were
They don't believe a word
The cops just turn their heads
To protect their friends
Hitler's brothers are still alive
Their army seems to grow in size
Hitler's brothers are on the rise
They're wearing everyday disguises
Hitler's brothers are still alive
Their army seems to grow in size
Hitler's brothers are on the rise
They're wearing everyday disguises
In camouflage or business suit's
Another man bound and gagged
Tied upon the railroad tracks
At nine PM the B & M
Rolled across his yellow skin
Hitler's brothers are still alive
Their army seems to grow in size
Hitler's brothers are on the rise
They're wearing everyday disguises
In camouflage or business suit's
Checkered aprons, combat boots
Time to let those feelings go
Hatred only kills your soul