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I'm on the road that Hitler built
I'm driving on the road that Hitler
This is the place history stopped to shit
And I'm on the road that Hitler built

I'm driving on the road Stalin built next
There's holes in Joe's than Adolf's
But would you expect
I wonder what the did
To fall from nest
And I'm driving on the that Stalin built next

On the of Germany
On the roads of
These are the of the 20th century
And there's blood and steel and
into that concrete
When you're riding on the roads of Germany

I'm cruising on Konrad's
Konrad's got a and Ludwig a Trabant
And Willy's got a Merc and got a tank
But that only took me to a concrete dead end trap

We're driving on the road that never
All roads lead to exit signs and then they start
And Helmut's building on the wheel of history as it
And history ends 'cos it's too busy beginning

On the roads of
On the roads of
are the roads of the 20th century
And blood and steel and leather
Mixed that concrete
When you're riding on the roads of high

And I'm walking in a Forest lane
And I into the trees for to get some leafy shade
And I fall asleep in some sunlit glade
And I dream and in my I am lost and afraid
And it grows dark, it grows damp and I and I'm cold
And deep inside the forest something old
Stirs and shakes and comes awake and in it's pit
It belches and it in its own dirt and filth
And slithers on it's stinking while everything holds its breath
And its slow thighs, eyes pitiless as the past
Reborn from its fitful sleep, its hour come again at
towards its own Jerusalem to be re-cast
And in my horror I myself in it as it passes
Familiar and and as old as mortal man
This philosophy of brutality, and hate
deep in everyone waiting to escape
And you must kill it before it kills you and everything in its
And I take my knife and I it, and it screams and then I wake
And I'm terrified and horrified and in this state
I stagger the curbside of the 4 lane motorway
"Drive" I say and we and soon I stop shaking
But I stop thinking 'bout these dreams and revelations
it's not a dream it's real and it's of our own making
And it's not just Germany everywhere and the whole world is a-quaking
As we turn onto road we all seem to be taking
And you can't help thinking things on the roads of Germany