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we heil, heil, right in the Fuhrer's face.
Not to love the Fuhrer is a great disgrace,
we heil, heil, right in the Fuhrer's face.
When the Fuhrer says: 'We never will be slaves!'
We heil, heil, but still we work like slaves.
While the Fuhrer brags, and lies and rants and rages,
we heil, heil, and work into our graves.
When the Fuhrer yells: 'I gotta have more shells!'
We heil, heil, for him we make more shells.
If one little shell should blow him right to ...
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, heil, and wouldn't let we swell.
Not to love the Fuhrer is a great disgrace,
so we heil, heil, right in the Fuhrer's face.
So we heil, heil, right in the Fuhrer's face.