16 WALDHEIMS POODLE
Im hanging round St. Stephans square
Im waiting for my man
description:
scrawny, thin and grey
Today will be his end
Elected by his people
a Führer they can trust
They know they can rely on him
an emblem of their past
Days and nights on the train
twelve hours in the air
cold steel by my side
My contract says its fair
his conscience pure as snow
His motives in the mud
his vest is white and always clean
until its stained with blood
He should be coming round the corner
where he walks his dog at nine
Hes an animal lover
like all faggots of his kind
Just a few steps closer
and Ill have him in my sights
Suddenly pain in my leg
from a nasty poodle-bite
I killed the dog of the president
why did I only kill Waldheims poodle
oh, I killed the dog of the president
About the brown past of Austrias ex-president.
© 1990, unreleased
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