Giftgas

There won't be German on this teletype
If there is do not abide
Sit in the closet and cover her mouth
Try not to think about

Last night I saw her in film footage taken with Hitler (Goring)
And all of his staff
He was sensational rolling his R's

Goring could dream of his mistress' ear
Curled like a shell and full of wax
One night with her and the Blitzkrieg flew east
Here she comes here she comes here shе comes

There is such pеace when the bombers are heard
Shadows of flack in the fleet
The drone of their engines puts children to sleep
Right before everything burns

And with every bomb comes
A mistress who rips off her clothing
And smells like exhaust
Sometimes she'll kiss you and lick every wound

One of the books that they burned in Berlin
Came from his mistress' shelf
It was about a young girl with black hair
Here she comes here she comes here she comes

Possibly he will allow her to live
If there's enough in his glass
She's got the bottle right next to her feet
Offer him more when he's through

And we could steal bread from the bakeries abandoned by Germans
Who left for the front
Liberate everything, eat all the bread

Down in a cinderblock bunker he died
Infamous, left all alone
No one remembers the woman he loved
Here she comes here she comes here she comes