The Deutschland Bard

When you're rife with devastation
There's a simple explanation
You're a goymakers creation
Trapped inside a Matzo ball

And which every way he shills it
Know that we must still resist it
We won't let them twist our children
As we start the racial war

When I was a young lad lone
A Great War overtook our home
So they shipped me off to the Western Front
Said "Give the Kaiser his victory stunt"
So I dug one thousand miles
Of trenches deep and filled with mires
Now memories are blurred and my brothers all obscured
But I still hear the incoming shells

When you've fully taken Paris,
Though you may have gotten sepsis
Don't forget to clean the actions
Of your Gewehr 98

'Cause Deutschland is Uber Alles
Except for you, the world is Allies
So please Wehrmacht, don't you give up
Just shoot goys along with me