Beethoven

<br>There`s a tremor in the city<br>But it looks so quiet<br>There is something awful brewing<br>But there ain`t no fights<br>Beethoven, Beethoven<br>You can read between the lines<br>That there must be more<br>You`re alarmed, but you don`t know<br>What you`re waiting for<br>Beethoven<br>The boots are back in town<br>When ignorance and fear<br>Are closing mouths and ears<br>The skins are on their way<br>When it gets dark in Europe<br>It`s just a state of mind<br>The blind leading the blind<br>Beethoven<br>The boots are back<br>There`s a scrawling on a tombstone<br>Judenschweine raus!<br>Once again, the racial fury<br>Is burning down the house<br>Beethoven, listen to me, Beethoven<br>There`s a bleeding yellow man<br>Lying in the street<br>But there isn`t anybody<br>Doing anything<br>Beethoven<br>The boots are back in town...<br>SF Prayer<br>And one grey day shall rise the flood<br>No dikes will stem the heavy tides<br>When cold pierced heavy bodies scream<br>They fall as if the monstrous scythe<br>Of clouds has smashed them from the skies<br>The scattered squadron of mankind<br>Stabs right into the churned up ether<br>Of long forgotten birdless flights<br>Beethoven<br>The boots are back in town...<br>Beethoven<br>The boots are back in town<br>The demons of the past<br>Will be replaced at last<br>There are smarter ones to stay<br>How can you stay away<br>From the order of disgrace<br>How can you close your eyes?<br>Beethoven<br>The boots are back<br>The boots are back