He builds with great passion
But he hasn't done enough
Time forces him to hurry
The breaks are short
Faster, faster, he must be
Drives in nails while cramping
A step too far, he doesn't believe it
And bleach gets in his face
The devil sings a skewed song
Does he know what's happening now?
The days are numbered!
And the hammer falls!
Marching in step with the underworld
And the hammer falls!
His speech is perfect
The jurors are checked
He knows what turns their heads
Cunningly prays for them1
The rascal moves with difficulty into the light
Because one doesn't recognize black skin
The jurors are pale as chalk
A trial in the fourth Reich
The devil sings a skewed song
Does he know what's happening now?
The days are numbered!
And the hammer falls!
Marching in step with the underworld
And the hammer falls!
A dark game in the hole of the cellar
Still he cracks the whip full of desire
The hand hurries from her throat
Horrified because she's holding her breath
And the hammer falls!
The days are numbered!
And the hammer falls!
Marching in step with the underworld
And the hammer falls!
1. Or "takes them to task"