Attic

Would you have hidden me in your attic?
That's the question I'd like to know
Would you have climbed up to serve me dinner?
Well, I hope so

When the jack booted man wore those great uniforms
Would you have wanted the blackest?
Would you have hidden me in your attic?

And if, let's say, in some caf we saw the tanks roll by
Would you take my hand and lead me across the border line?
Would you have hidden me in your attic?

If the neighbors accuse me of casting spells
And bowing down to the gods in hell
You would leave me there alone
Or would you cast the very first stone?

You'd be there to ease my pain
Or pack me on that awful train

Would you have hidden me in your attic?
That's the question I've never known
Would you have climbed to serve me dinner?
Well, I hope so