The Wind Whines, "Hitler"

After all the Jews are in their houses
And night visions are crowding their heads
They can hear jackboots
Marching down their streets
Coming for them in their beds

And the news whines, "Hitler"

The tv is wearily heaping
Up the broken pieces
Of yesterday's lies
Somewhere a Jew is weeping
Somewhere a Jew still cries

And the news whines, "Hitler"

(Instrumental)

The shrunken heads and the soap bars
Their aunt's lampshade by their beds
The gas chambers with doors of plywood
Are all real inside their heads

And the news screams, "Hitler"

Will the Jews ever stop kvetching
Of the Six Million ghosts of the past
Put God on trial
And find Him guilty
Saying, "No, this won't be the last"

And the wind whines, "Hitler"


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