Here's a story of my grandpa Max A Jewish tailor who had to face the facts Sensed a hatred so profound so ugly he could smell Forwarned him he should escape impending Hell Now I'm Max's grandson and I'm back to say Here I am, living proof that the Jew got away Old folks point their fingers, cold stares seem to say "If this was 1942 that scum would be sent away" Now its 1991 and it's as clear as day A lot of you old fascists haven't changed your way Now I'm back in the Fatherland And I'm here to say Here I am, living proof that the Jew got away Oh Bavaria, Aryan Heaven Land where Hitler wrote 'Mein Kampf' In Bavaria, they're still laughing At the ovens in the Camp Private fascist armies to haunt us like the past Fear is your disease and we'll call you on it fast Designed a new A.I.D.S. tattoo for a brand new threat But our kind won't go away, and we won't forget Now I'm back in the Fatherland And I'm here to say Here I am, living proof that the Jew got away And it's the wrong jew mother fucker