Lyrics:

Escaped the net in '45Hiding out in South AmericaProtected by money and powerful friendsHoping the world has forgotten myAll the things you did in the Nazi death campsThe thousands you tortured and killedYou can live your life in expectant fearUntil the day when you're made to pay

Ch:I believe in justice
I believe in vengeanceI believe in getting the bastardGetting the bastard, 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 just fourteen years
Talks sort of close like a long-lost brother
'It's really cool, all the pop stars doIf you don't try I'll do, I'll make the first one free
And wehen you want some more just come back to me'


Ch:


Top-dog fascist gets the boys in the corner
Plants poison where there was just confusionWalks away scot-free and loughing
Rides on the tide as the cancer grows
And the business man on corruption charges
With millions of dollars in dirty money
Gets a thousand pound fine after months in court
While the lawyers get fat and the law gets bought


Ch: