Other men's fear strengthens you As you march the streets With hatred in your eyes With combat boots and battle dress All for the cause, strict in line
Our country for our people is what you claim But who are our people? Who decides whether one is scum Or a fine example of our god fearing society You maybe?
Well if you are our future There will be no place for me I despise your ideas And your clenched fist doesn't impress me I won't feel sorry for you You chose what you wanted to be But I hope I don't live to see that day No, not for me
