The rain
falls down in
Amsterdam, the streets are
wet and black
Midnight's like
November by the glow of a cigarette
The girls on hash in
Station
Square looking stupid from the drugs
When
Marlena heard the boots march,
there were reasons to be dumb
Shiny hel mets in the shadows,
those trains that left at night
Those hiding in the cellars,
those eyes afraid of light
Something neath the borders
poured poison in the well
Ah, the creature has uncoiled and
is crawling up from hell
Here comes 1914, 1932
Those cattle cars and yellow stars,
it's right back to the roots
It's moving in the open with
a snarl and a growl
The cages have been broken and the
beast is on the prowl
Firebomb those houses,
burn those refugees
Be the crowd and do your work,
applauding silently
Round up all the gypsies,
and go sell them on the trees
Can't you smell the smoke now,
drifting through the rain?
Jews better draw your curtains,
you better lock your doors up tight
They're snarling up in raw stock,
in the beer hall belly nights
The fourth rag's coming baby,
they're writing out the page
They're rumblin' in
Stockholm
Yeah, the beast has left the cage
Here comes 1932
Here comes déjà vu
Those cattle cars and yellow stars
Was there someone that you knew?
It's right there in the open
Something smellin' bad
All the cages have been broken,
and the beast is a -runnin' mad
Those canals and cozy houses,
those reflections in the lights
You can almost feel it movin',
the monster in the night
It's lookin' with its yellow eyes,
it's out to settle scores
In the dim medieval distance,
feel it breathing down your pores
In
Salt
Lake and in
Rio, yeah the beast can smell the flames
It's a faxin' hate out in
Marseille, typing out your name
You can hear the windows shatter as
the time is drawing near
The
Kristallnacht's come to town,
welcome back to the house of mirrors
The fire and the armbands and
the iron arm salutes
Pointing to the scapegoats,
is it me or was it you?
It's right there in the open,
don't you stand a hopin'
The leashes have been broken and
the dogs are on the loose
Now I have been here thinkin'
how lucky I have been
I never touched the barbed wire,
I never saw the monkey grin
No rifle ever smashed my face,
no bare electric shock
But I'll confess of all I know,
who I am and who I'm not
To see retired killers is
to see the lion yawn
The skinheads do that dirty work for
the cloak and dagger pawns
The dark eyes will be waiting there
when the borders they are crossed
So keep your filthy swastikas
and shove your iron craws
Here comes 1914 and 1932
Those cattle cars and yellow stars
It's right back to the roots
It's out there in the open
It's crawling on the move
The cages have been broken and the
beast is on the loose
Can't you smell the blood now?
Can't you smell the truth?
Oh, the rain falls down in
Amsterdam
The rain falls down in
Amsterdam
Oh, the rain falls down in
Amsterdam
Yeah, the rain falls down in