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Die, die, die you fucking Nazi bastards
Won't you die, die, die? Please die horribly
Sat alone in your bedroom
Polishing your antique medals
Wanking off to Hitler's greasy face
Dickhead wearing a poppy
While saluting fascist arseholes
A total waste of organs, blood & skin
St. George flag and an Iron Cross
Irony not in your vocab
I think you left your braincell down the pub
You thought Mein Kampf was a pilsner
Or possibly a German campsite
You never really liked books anyway
Beneath a tiny thick skull, are shit for brains
Too many Carlings, perhaps dropped as a babe
Don't understand politics, can't see their lies
You would be sterilised in the blink of an eye
Yet you salute your führer, and seal your fate
Good riddance to your bone head, and moron face
Die, die, die
You fucking Nazi bastards
Won't you die, die, die?
Please die horribly
Won't you try, try, try?
You fascist fucking wankers
Won't you try to catch an incurable disease?
Die, die, you fucking Nazi bastards
Die, die, please die horribly
Won't you try, try, you fascist fucking wankers
Won't you try to catch an incurable disease?

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