Текст песни Eva Braun - Elliott Murphy

Well the ghost of Adolf Hitler
Stands inside your shoes
Sings you fascist blues
In the moonlight
Just a leather lullaby
Keeps baby dry
Helps to keep the third world
Off the airplanes

And you know he's watched them panic
And they knew he was watching them die

Sent you black stockings made in Dachau
'Cause these jokes that they are telling
They all seem much too sad
Every Sunday morning you've been had
And no one's listening
And you can dance
From Munich to Berlin

And I screamed at the scene
And I said, "Well Ezra Pound, now what are you doing?"
But he said his eyes at night were chilling
And his words were oh-so thrilling
That someday soon I fear they'll sing that song again

You know the ladies don't go to market
When the brownshirts march through town
And your neighbors can't be found
In the morning

And there's a story being told
About this man with a mustache
Growing senile and old
Screaming orders
Into the jungles of Argentina

And you know he's watched them panic
And they knew he was watching them die

Sent you black stockings made in Dachau
'Cause these jokes that they are telling
They all make me much too sad
Just like Eva Braun and her home movies in the mountains
And you can dance
From Munich to Berlin

And I screamed at the scene
And I said, "Well Ezra Pound, now what are you doing?"
But he said his eyes at night were chilling
And his words were oh-so thrilling
And someday soon I fear they'll sing that song again