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Shoot the Commissars, Those Mad Dogs!
Barbed wire is moved to the borders of Africa and Asia
Out, out of the way of transnational capital
there is no grass left to grow green anywhere
when even the fences are gone forever
You brag that you are truly European
you think you have charm
however, you bring nothing but misery with you
when you drive a black car listening to jazz
Shoot the commissars, those mad dogs
they only build new, higher walls
they reach towards the stars and the blue of the sky
you don't interest them; you stand before them without a name.
Hoet: no itään but towards Europe
soon Namibia will be made a colony of Finland
You think you are stylish, you drink beer and eat clams
however, you are just ballast for the human race
No don't worry anymore
not even the raging fire of thought is needed
you have to start a resistance
and follow the light of reason
out ¤ disappear quietly
but challenge the quarrel to the end
Shoot the commissioners, those mad dogs
they only build new, higher walls
they reach for the stars and the blue of the sky
you don't interest them; you stand before them without a name.