Lyrics:

Escaped the net in '45, hiding out in South America Protected by money and powerful friends Hoping the world has forgotten by now All the things that you did in the Nazi Death camps The people that you tortured and killed You can live you life in expectant fear Sure some day you'll be made to pay Chorus: I believe in justice I believe in vengeance I believe in getting the bastard Man walks over dressed in flashy clothes With an empty heart and a head full of money Puts his arm around the lad of fifteen years Talks sort of close like a long-lost brother