Lyrics
you can figure it out...
hitler threw a match and the fields were all afire
nero played his fiddle and all the flames grew higher
subtle misdirection to deflect the foe's attacks
blame it on the christians the jews and the blacks
ran the master race right to the finish line
worship never waning from the ones who stood behind
bands of bloody red were never meant to cause alarm
little blackened crosses stenciled on each arm
one word moves the mountain ever onward to the sea
one drop in a fountain where a million more will be
denying our denial as we raise the tribal cry
staring at our shoes as war-torn years march by
and those upon the tv pull a rabbit from a hat
make you look at this so we dare not look at that
they turn repeated phrases in the hopes to hypnotize
and i can change the channel but find comfort in their lies
hitler threw a match and lit the flame of every fear
marshaling the troops when others came too near
turns around the corner ever covering his tracks
blames it on the christians the jews and the blacks