So the scumbags are marching again
Down on the southern street
They switched out the swastika and brown shirt
For something white and green
They're at the Gothenburg Book Fair
Down on the southern street
One might think they're gonna blame the books
For why they can not read
Oh, excuse me for my prejudice there, if that is your critique
I let out my anger to flourish
It ain't excactly me
But with the scripture you hold by the heart
You are the astronomical fool
'Cause every time you try to catch up with your 88 you catch 22
The scumbags are marching again with their boots and their sticks
And with the basic idea to bring back "Germany 1936"
And they want to silence us all, 'specially minorities
"Oh, inconsistency is everything", said Minority Green
Yeah, but what more can we do than let the blind lead the blind
As long as they stand straight
And reverberate with their swastika signs?
I say when the scumbags are marching again, on the southern street
They may have their democratical right to protest
But so the fuck do we
So gather resistance my friend
Whoever you are
Show those hateful fuckers what it is to really have a heart
And show them you care
But don't bring a gun
Just tell them that you want exactly what they want times minus one
But don't be afraid of their words, be aware of their scheme
How they might have tampered with the pipes in your house when you
Go to wash yourself clean
Because in the background, these rats, I'll compare them with Faust
Only because they still owe the devil
To fight for their hollow cause -t
Yeah, the scumbags are marching again, down on the southern street
And I can feel the rage and adrenaline pump with every single beat
So come down and join me my friend, scream as loud as you can
Because the sheer existence of our voices here
Might be the best we have
And don't let them silence you, dear, then you'll be doomed
The next thing you know the whole book fair smells of gasoline fumes
So when they scream 88 teach them Catch-22
Yeah maybe then we can crack the astronomical fool