Yeah. You're either gonna like this song, or kick my ass after the show.
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You're the love of my life,
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But it cuts like a knife,
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And I feel that I'm being misled.
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See, I'm a little concerned,
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For I've recently learned
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Of the swastika tattoo on your head.
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And it makes you smile
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When you hear "Sieg Heil".
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You love the smell of a burning cross in the yard.
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You do goose-step salutes
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In your Doc Martin boots,
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And you quoted "Mein Kampf" in our 5th anniversary card.
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I think you're a nazi, baby.
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Are you a nazi?
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You might be a nazi, baby...
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You keep extensive files
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On the Nuremberg trials,
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And you watch them whenever they're airing.
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I guess I should've known
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When you bought a new bone
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For your puppies named Gobbles and Goring.
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You showed up late
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To our very first date;
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I said, "How are you?", you said, "White power".
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Call me paranoid,
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But I'm not overjoyed
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When you ask me if I want to shower...
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I think you're a nazi.
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Don't be lyin', baby,
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Are you a nazi?
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Are you anti-Zion, baby?
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Your every dress
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Is monagrammed "SS".
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You hold an Aryan picknick and bash.
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And it makes me irate
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When you say I look great
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When I wear a little tiny moustache.
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Your social politics
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Say that races don't mix,
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And you call it pure-blood pollution.
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And whenever I'm sad,
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You say it's not so bad,
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For every problem there's a Final Solution...
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I think you're a nazi.
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Give me an answer, baby.
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Are you a nazi?
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You drive a fuckin' panzer, baby.
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You say that love is blind,
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So how could I have guessed...
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But then again, I met you
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At the Wagner Fest...
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I know you're a nazi,
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And that's why I'm leavin'.
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I know you're a nazi,
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Sure as my name is Stephen...
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... Lynchbergstein.
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Little Tiny Moustache
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Stephen Lynch |