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.