Rain Falls Down In Amsterdam

The rain falls down in Amsterdam the streets are wet and black

Midnights like November by the glow of a cigarette

The girls on hash in station square looking stupid from the drugs

When Marlene heard the boots march there were reasons to be dumb

Shiny helmuts in the shadows

Those trains that left at night

Those hiding in the cellars those eyes afraid of light

Something neath the border's poured poison in the well

The creature has uncoiled and is crawling up from hell

Here comes 1914 1932

Those cattle cars and yellow stars

It's right back to the roots

It's movin in the open with a snarl and a growl

The cages have been broken and the beast is on the prowl

Fire bomb those houses burn those refugees

Be the crowd and do your work

Applauding silently round up all the gypsies

Go sell them on the trains

Can't you smell the smoke now

Drifting through the rain

Jews better draw your curtains

You better lock your doors up tight

They're snarling up in Rostock in the beer hall belly nights

The Fourth Reich's coming now baby

They're writing out the page in Rome, Berlin, and Stockholm

The beast has left the cage

Here comes 1932 here comes deja vu

Those cattle cars and yellow stars

Was there someone that you knew

It's right there in the open somethings smelling bad

The cages have been broken and the beast is a running mad

Those canals and cozy houses

Those reflections in the light

You can almost feel it moving

The monster in the night

It's looking with its yellow eyes

It's out to settle scores in the dim medieval distance

Feel it breathing down your pores

In Salt Lake City and in Rio

The beast can smell the flames

It's faxing hate out in Marseilles typing out your name

You can hear the windows shatter as the time is drawing near

Kristall Nacht come to town

Welcome back to the house of mirrors

The fire and the armbands and the iron arm salutes

Pointing to the scapegoat was it me or was it you

It's right there in the open

Don't just stand there hoping

the leashes have been broken

And the dogs are on the loose

Now I have been here thinking how lucky I have been

I never touched the barb wire never saw the money grin

No rifle ever smashed my face no bare electric shock

But I'll confess up

All I know who I am and who I'm not

To see retired killers is to see the lion yawn

The skinheads do their dirtywork for the cloak and dagger pawns

The dark eyes will be waiting there

When the borders they are crossed

So keep your filthy swastikas and shove your iron cross

Here comes 1914 1932

Those cattle cars and yellow stars

It's right back to the roots

It's out there in the open

It's crawling on the move

The cages have been broken and the beast is on the loose

Can't you smell the blood now

Can't you smell the truth

And the rain falls down in Amsterdam