| My father lived in Germany before the war in 1933
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| He was a violinist in Berlin’s most popular cabaret
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| «You watched the tide turn dirty brown
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| weren’t you afraid you were gonna drown
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| in your orchestrapit
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| while sailorgirls sang through the night
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| those silly lovesongs in the limelight
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| how could you stand it?»
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| Bert Brecht already left the land
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| from cabarets so many had been banned
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| the first had been killed by the crowd
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| you couldn’t hear the music was too loud
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| you should have sold your violin
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| or traded it in for a gun
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| rather than fiddling the refrain
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| doing cocaine and charming ev’ryone
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| You should have killed Hitler
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| you know you would have been right
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| why didn’t you fight?
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| You should have killed Hitler
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| you didn’t see behind the curtain
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| you didn’t try to stop that show
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| was it so nice your Third-Reich-paradise
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| where the sailorgirls sang: Deutschland, Deutschland über alles
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| tralala, wunderbar
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| no panic on the Titanic
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| you should have sold your violin
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| or traded it in for a gun
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| rather than fiddling the refrain
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| doing cocaine and charming ev’ryone
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| You should have killed Hitler
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| you know you would have been right
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| why didn’t you fight?
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| You should have killed Hitler
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| hey dad, you didn’t see behind the curtain
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| you didn’t try to stop that show
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| was it so nice your Third-Reich-paradise
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| where the sailorgirls sang:
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| Deutschland, Deutschland über alles
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| tralala, wunderbar
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| no panic on the Titanic
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| feel alright — what a night
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| no panic on the Titanic
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| more champagne — more cocaine
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| no panic on the Titanic
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| what a night — out of sight
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| no panic on the Titanic
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| tralala, wunderbar
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| no panic… |