I bleed the tears of loss to watch the coming end/To see the hatred in my country grow and spew/Like long pent up volcanoes breaking through their glue/As open fields and walls of hearts are rent/I cry because it’s so unreal/Because my words cannot make others feel

It won’t be long before we see him load/Them into cattle cars, like those of old,/To camps where thirst and hunger must prevail/To gravely lead them to their graves or jail/It’s no matter, as long as they are gone/Adolf Trump will sing their exit song

It won’t be long before we see him send/To camps where thirst and hunger will prevail/To gravely leave or throw them in their graves/Or shove in cattle cars, like those of old,/It’s all the same to him, if they are gone/Adolf Trump will sing their exit song