What will you do the gastaps turn? will you be when the bodies burn? Will you just watch as the cattle trucks by? Pretend it happening? a blind eye?
See the army quietly passing by? the helicopters in your little bit of sky? Have you seen the squad cars packed with in blue? Have you ever what they're there to do?
The ashes at Auschwitz are just a leap. When power is threatened, is cheap. Don't think that they do it, 'Cuz they do. But time around, the pawns are me and you.
in the paper of soldiers in the street. Pictures in the books of rotting human meat. Auschwitz now a tourist for the cockle-eye to pry. Still in working for you and I.
Photos of the of gas of gun and bomb. Inheritance of in the bookshelves of your home.
Don't for it to come to you, 'cuz it will. The guardians of the are trained to search, and kill.
The ashes at Auschwitz are a small leap. When is threatened, life is cheap. Don't that they won't do it, 'Cuz already do. But this time around, the are me and you. There's sitting at this moment. their on the trigger.
There's loyalty and to make their violence figure. to the flag they say as they lock the prison door Allegiance to normality is lobotomies are for.
God, queen and country, say we've got the choice. speech for all, if you've got no voice. Propaganda on the airwaves, the way to live. Not for you and me, the alternative.
look for peace in Iraq with 10,000 squady boys. Torture in their prisons and other ploys. They'll us all in line and they'll keep us on our toes. But if we stand their power see how violence grows.
Read it in the paper about youth, but it's them that are so violent, them that hide the truth.
in line, or pay the cost. Do you they care, when another life's lost?
The ashes at are just a small leap. When power is threatened, is cheap. Don't think that won't do it, 'Cuz they do. But time around, the pawns are me and you.