Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Billy Mackenzie
Hitler was a little man
With little plans that grew and grew
Astonished that an Aryan
Could [?]
Who was such a curse upon the arts
He huffed and puffed and blew them down
What was so omnipotent
About blond hair, blue eyes?
Shoot your weapon
(Ya, da, da)
Gypsies in a restaurant
With slaughtered thoughts
Near Bucharest
Showed me a grate
Where children played
Their little souls can never rest
As I looked into the sky
I there looked down and saw a fire
They made a tent of silver birch
With blacked out [?]
Pyre
(Ya, da, da)
Europe saw their spirits fall
Decided in the state crime ball
Falling fourteen ninety-five
Multiply, how millions cried
The human chain will circle death
And break the ice from Churchhill's breath
Why do wings now need a trial
When dancing out of communist fire?