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Escaped the net in '45, hiding out in South America |
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Protected by money and powerful friends |
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Hoping the world has forgotten by now |
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All the things that you did in the Nazi Death camps |
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The people that you tortured and killed |
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You can live you life in expectant fear |
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Sure some day you'll be made to pay |
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Ch: I believe in justice |
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I believe in vengeance |
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I believe in getting the bastard |
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Man walks over dressed in flashy clothes |
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With an empty heart and a head full of money |
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Puts his arm around the lad of fifteen years |
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Talks sort of close like a long-lost brother |
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"It's really cool, all the pop stars do |
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If you don't try a little you'd really be a fool |
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Tell you what I'll do, I'll make the first one free |
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And when you want some more just come back to me" |
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[Alternative version of second verse:] |
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Loading up the barrels at the warehouse gates |
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Men in overalls on double rates |
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Put the stuff in the river and away for a beer |
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Don't worry too much, they don't live around here |
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And the poison seeps into every pore |
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Every child's eyes, every innocent's sore |
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Everybody knows behind the closed doors |
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Kick down the doors, kick down the doors |
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Ch: I believe in justice |
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I believe in vengeance |
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I believe in getting the bastard |
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Top-dog fascist gets the boys in the corner |
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Plants poison where there was just confusion |
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Walks away scot-free and laughing |
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Rides on the tide as the cancer grows |
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And the business man on corruption charges |
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With millions of dollars in dirty money |
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Gets a thousand pound fine after months in court |
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While the lawyers get fat and the law gets bought |
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Ch: I believe in justice |
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I believe in vengeance |
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I believe in getting the bastard |
