I've never been one for the punch-up
But look I really hate those nazis
A certain something starts to wind me up
How could I hate them oh so violently
When two swords slashing at each other
Only sharpen one another
And in the long run even he's your brudda'
Said even though that c*nt's a nazi [nazi]
Always attack those things in someone else,
Reflections that you can't face in yourself,
To make precious fascistic feeling gone
It makes you turn into a bigger one
Because ...
Two swords slashing at each other
Only sharpen one another
And in the long run even he's your brudda'
Said even though that c*nt's a nazi [nazi]
Fighting the Front or just fronting a fight?
Sometimes it's hard to see the left from the right
Are we angry or are we looking for peace?
Or just tryin' to win the war...
...by k**ing all the enemy off
Just to k** all the enemy off
k** the enemy off
k** the enemy off
I've never been one for the punch-up
But look I really hate those nazis [nazis]
A certain something gets to wind me up
How could I hate them oh so violently
When two swords slashing at each other
Only sharpen one another
And in the long run even he's your brudda'
Said even though that c*nt's a nazi [nazi]
Even though that c*nt's a nazi [nazi]
Even though that c*nt's a nazi [nazi]