Tough Days
Line ‘em up against a wall,Shoot ‘em off one by one.
Red stitching stares down at them.
Can’t stop, won’t stop, ‘til the job is done.
One tiny girl dares to smile.
She can’t be thinking ‘bout all the days
she spent with Satan’s boy behind Momma’s back,
how she loved him in countless ways.
Soon they’ll meet again.
Oh my god, it’s been so long
since evil miss Jew and saint mister Hitler
sang together, sang that sad love song.
The fuhrer slave points at her
with his metal murder machine.
She just smiles and stares at him,
courage he’s never seen.
Still the stitching reminds him
of his darling, precious cause
and so he pulls the trigger
afraid to challenge the laws.
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