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The Doctor is rising, he’s leaving the chair
There’s the smell of old sulfur and hate in the air
He traded the wheelchair for a shiny new suit
But underneath, baby, it’s the same jackboot
The shadow is stretching across the globe
Dressed in a flag or a religious robe
Mein Führer, I can walk! I can walk!
And talk! And talk!
And kill! And kill!
It’s the Miracle Cure, it’s a bitter pill!
From the Knesset to the steppes, hear the rhythm resound
The master races are stomping the ground
Raise your hand high, don't be shy, join the pack
Guess who is back? Yeah, Strangelove is back!
Down in the desert, they scream «Chosen Blood»
Dragging the others face-down in the mud
The holy jihad and the star on the tank
Both deposit bones in the very same bank!
(They cry!) "We are the purest!" the zealots all scream
While the rockets put swastikas inside your dream
Make it great... Make it pure
Make it great... Make it pure
And look to the West, see the red caps align?
Or the runes in the East where the Wolfsangels shine?
They shout about freedom while lighting the torch
Marching right up to humanity's porch!
Different colors, different names, different lies
But I see the reflection in everyone's eyes!
We thought he was crippled!
We thought he was gone!
But the logic of slaughter goes on and on!
On and on!
Mein Führer, I can walk! I can walk!
And talk! And talk!
And kill! And kill!
It’s the Miracle Cure, it’s a bitter pill!
Make the world great! Make the world burn!
It’s the only lesson that we’ll never learn!
Raise your hand high, to the sun, to the black!
Strangelove is back! Strangelove is back!
Strangelove is back! Strangelove is back!
