Letra de Son Of
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I am the son of Adolf Hitler
My father was a monster, and my mother... oh my poor mother !
Sometimes it's hard, sometimes it's heavy to carry
My father was a monster, and my mother... oh my poor mother !
Sometimes it's hard, sometimes it's heavy to carry
But every son of should join their hands and tell the good people :
"We're not sons of, we're not sons of...
We are freaks."
I'm walking in the streets through your screaming, through your spit
And here are your wives saying : "Look at his eyes, he must be the devil inside... The texture of his hair, the rictus on his face : yes he's the son of Adolf Hitler !"
Sometimes it's hard, sometimes it's heavy to carry
But every son of should join their hands and tell the good people :
"We're not sons of, we're not sons of..."
That's what the people of this town want you to know :
"If your blood is polluted, if you're in any need of aid...
You should be better off dead !"
"We're not sons of, we're not sons of...
We are freaks."
I'm walking in the streets through your screaming, through your spit
And here are your wives saying : "Look at his eyes, he must be the devil inside... The texture of his hair, the rictus on his face : yes he's the son of Adolf Hitler !"
Sometimes it's hard, sometimes it's heavy to carry
But every son of should join their hands and tell the good people :
"We're not sons of, we're not sons of..."
That's what the people of this town want you to know :
"If your blood is polluted, if you're in any need of aid...
You should be better off dead !"
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