[Chorus] Welcome to the land where the liverwurst goes rancid And the chancellor forgets what crap he told you yesterday Where prosperity evaporates and education withers And people get upset about those whining for the climate Black-Red-Gold flag in the suburban mud We all love each other during our mutual downfall Morality is a whore you can book by the hour Germany, Germany above corpses, come ride the death-barge!

[Verse 1] I wake up, the sun shines on my empty stomach And read the headlines that are accusing you again That the unemployed are just lazing around and drinking While Friedrich Merz has to buy his third private jet Shareholder interests are more important than human lives That’s why the tank exporter is showered with medals Not a shred of remorse, the smile is Teflon-smooth For the deal with the terror state. He talks about values, about freedom and about strength But he only means that the rich get richer, mark my words: For you, there’s inflation that eats up your rent While his buddy, the CEO, just made the next billion.

[Chorus] Welcome to the land where the liverwurst goes rancid And the chancellor forgets what crap he told you yesterday Where prosperity evaporates and education withers And people get upset about those whining for the climate Black-Red-Gold flag in the suburban mud We all love each other during our mutual downfall Morality is a whore you can book by the hour Germany, Germany above corpses, come ride the death-barge!

[Verse 2] Mrs. Meier from next door, the „concerned citizen“ Is sharing right-wing filth on Facebook again and sees no problem with it Hate against refugees who are „stealing“ her parking space But in the Nazis in parliament, she has complete trust Her son is currently gluing himself to the asphalt for the future She calls him a ‚terrorist‘ and hopes they lock him up The protest for climate action, which the state actually promised, Is washed away by water cannons until everyone gets the message. And when you’re lying on the ground, bleeding and in the dirt The police spokesman says: „It was all for a good reason.“

[Verse 3] My conscience is clear, because I don’t have one, it was outsourced To a PR agency that hypes up my lies, now I’m a „representative of the people“, what a joke, I only represent my bank account And I kick downwards, that’s a national sport in this country We push the refugees back into their dinghies And toast to it with a cheap bottle of sparkling wine from the discounter I fuck the climate, I fuck the poor, I fuck the future I wipe my ass with your pension statement and laugh out loud I am the fist that strikes when you demand justice The boot on the neck of democracy, freshly polished and ordered By those who pull the strings in the background, you puppet And now shut the fuck up, or I’ll get the chainsaw for the next cabinet bet.

[Outro] …over corpses… (Voice stutters) over cor-cor-corpses… (Sound of a tape stopping abruptly and silence.)