Rain Falls Down in Amsterdam

The rain falls down in Amsterdam the streets are wet and black Midnights 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 helmuts in the shadows Those trains that left at night Those hiding in the cellars those eyes afraid of light Something neath the border's poured poison in the well 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 movin in the open with a snarl and a growl The cages have been broken and the beast is on the prowl Fire bomb those houses burn those refugees Be the crowd and do your work Applauding silently round up all the gypsies Go sell them on the trains 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 Rostock in the beer hall belly nights The Fourth Reich's coming now baby They're writing out the page in Rome, Berlin, and Stockholm The beast has left the cage Here comes 1932 here comes deja vu Those cattle cars and yellow stars Was there someone that you knew It's right there in the open somethings smelling bad The cages have been broken and the beast is a running mad Those canals and cozy houses Those reflections in the light You can almost feel it moving The monster in the night It's looking with it's yellow eyes It's out to settle scores in the dim medieval distance Feel it breathing down your pores In Salt Lake City and in Rio The beast can smell the flames It's faxing hate out in Marseilles typing out your name You can hear the windows shatter as the time is drawing near Kristall Nacht come to town Welcome back to the house of mirrors The fire and the armbands and the iron arm salutes Pointing to the scapegoat was it me or was it you It's right there in the open Don't just stand there hoping the leashes have been broken And the dogs are on the loose Now I have been here thinking how lucky I have been I never touched the barb wire never saw the money grin No rifle ever smashed my face no bare electric shock But I'll confess up All I know who I am and who I'm not To see retired killers is to see the lion yawn The shinheads do their dirtywork 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 cross Here comes 1914 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 And the rain falls down in Amsterdam