Crime

The crime was not that bad

But they don’t want you any more

I know that you are sad

That’s the rules in war

They take you to a place

Far away from everywhere

They say you’re a strange race

This isn’t fair

They just want to kill

They just want to kill

Step forward to the wall

Put your hands over your head

A last thought before you fall

Down on the ground - dead

They just want to kill

They just want to kill

Because you’re not like them

Because you’re not like them

Step forward to the wall

Put your hands over your head

A last thought before you fall

Down on the ground – dead

They just want to kill you

Because you’re not like them

Text: Putte / Musik: Pagge