Merchants Roasting on an Oven Fire

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Lyrics:
Merchants roasting on an oven fire,
Cryptos couldn't hide the nose,
Third Reich carols being sung by a choir,
Mein volk dressed up like Nazi bros

Everybody knows a jackboot on a merchant's throat
Helps to keep the nation white.
Refugees with their children in tow,
Won't find a feeding hand to bite.

They know that Moonman's on his way;
He's loaded lots of guns, with enemies to slay.
And every mother's child is going to heil,
When they lay eyes on the Einsatzgruppen's pile.

And so I'm offering this simple phrase,
To bring back fourteen ninety-two,
Although its been said many times, many ways,
Ovens answer JQ

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