Why, I have the colors of Santa Claus I put it low, put it in it What's with all the fathers? And the sitting Santa? This war is about spurring windows We pick up all the boys to protect out life
Scum, rise! Another war's our target! Another medal and a town belongs to us
Scum, rise! Take a seat there, on your side I write a letter, untied to every little city Scum, rise, pound them all! Dead hippie squadron
We're only seven years old When we fight, I want you to know In every war your kin Someday will want his revenge Still, language shares go around It's in a day, the Sun was setting There's nothing you can do
Nothing you can do Nothing you can do Nothing you can do Nothing you can do So, scum, rise! Scum, rise!
