The Clan

White cape, red cross... hands up to cheer The Big Boss

No life, no love, no thoughts, no brains to speak of:

"Stand tall, divide the whole world in black and off-white!"

You've got your plan... God bless you losers and your Clan

The day will come... lights out - and soon you'll be gone

Who's left? Your son... The only thing you'll pass on:

"Kill a nigger, kill a Jew, kill a couple, kill a few". Alright -

no more, no less? He'll put you to rest while going:

Raise your glass and hail The Clan

feel united by your colour

Raise hell just because you can,

burn a cross... and one another.