Текст песни
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 Marlene heard the boots march
There were reasons to be dumb
Shiny helmets in the shadows
And those trains that laugh at night
Those hiding in the cellars
Those eyes afraid of light
Something 'neath the border
Is pouring poison in the well
The creature has uncoiled
And he's crawling up from Hell
Here comes 1940, 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
The beast, he's running loose
Those canals and cozy houses
Those reflections in the lights
You can almost feel it moving
The monster in the night
He's looking with his yellow eyes
He's out to settle scores
In the dim medieval distance
Feel him breathing down your pores
Salt Lake and in Denver
Yeah, the beast can smell the flames
He's faxing hate out in Marseille
Typing out your name
You can hear the windows shatter
As the time has drawn near
I said, "Kristallnacht's come to town
Welcome back to the House of Mirrors"
Here comes 1932, here comes déjà vu
Those cattle cars and yellow stars
Was it someone that you knew?
It's right there in the open
Something's smelling bad
The cages have been broken
The beast, he's running mad
Firebomb those houses
Let's burn those refugees
Let's be the crowd and do our work
Applauding silently
Round up all the Gypsies
Let's go sell 'em on the trains
Can't you smell the smoke now