Made In Germany

Our young boy loves his girl, they made love on the floor

While the clouds came for the sun and a letter through the door and they call him to the army

Gave a weapon in his hand

Put the stones out of the fire for your american friend

His mother in the tv- room, she wanna see the bloody heads

But the army censored the pictures of the 1000 civil-deads

So it was to boring for her

Now she looks dallas, something else, through the whole fuckin' night

His father was a repected man and he works in a factory

They produces death in pieces and the sent it to the enemy

The government they close two eyes

And they don't ask any questions

Cause they love money much more than the lost bringing sanctions

And our young boy saw a hell, yes he never saw before

While the world belives a murder: "it's a clean high- tech war"

But much to late he saw these lie and much to late his enemy

And he died by a weapon which was made in germany and he died by a weapon which was made in germany