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He is just a little cop, but he works in a big town

His wife is no wife. He's got nothing to say at home

Aggression. That's what he feels

when he leaves at half past seven

He loves his job because when he fights,

it feels like seventh heaven

Every evening he's sitting in his office

He doesn't want to go home

Hell awaits him, but instead he prefers to be alone

There is no one he could talk to,

there are no friends he could meet

He dreams of love, he dreams of sex

Affection's all he needs

Is it all over? No, I don't think so

They become more and more

Their propaganda is hanging on the walls

and a new party is the core

They catch the weak, they catch the lonesome

and give them a "reason" to live

Have you forgotten, have you all forgotten

what these parties can achieve?

He joins this party and suddenly he feels very strong

He gains many friends and he's not any longer alone

There are many people who feel just the same

If they all join together... who is the blame?

You pretend it's not the same,

but don't you see the writing on the wall?

There are still Nazis everything and it won't

just be the Jews who will fall

No brown uniforms, they look like you and me

But what they do is just the same, can't you see?

Is it all over? No, I don't think so

They become more and more

Their propaganda is hanging on the walls

and a new party is the core

They catch the weak, they catch the lonesome

and give them a "reason" to live

Have you forgotten, have you all forgotten

what these parties can achieve?