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Every now and then I think there's a clangour Something's gone astray inside of me A noise, a very faint one Sometimes it has this familiar clang I can't usually identify right away You wake up, rub your eyes and see In a picture that's somewhere in between Brueghel and Bosch People who don't care about the sirens Because an "all-clear" is just around the corner Smells like Kristallnacht1 In the calm before the storm - what is this? People leaving town on the quiet Dignitaries undercover Are rushing past They don't like to be seen being a part of it When public opinion - always ready to go With its anger reaching its boiling point, screaming "Heil - death halloo", riled up beyond any limit Crying for vengeance, trembling with envy During Kristallnacht But those who feel disturbed by anything that's "different" Swimming with the tide, the way they're supposed to Those to whom gays are criminals To whom foreigners are scum SongtexteThey need someone to mislead them When that happens, no cavalry's there to save the day No Zorro's there to care He's just pissing a "Z" into the snow Babbling, falling, drunk with coolness "So what? - Kristallnacht!" In the church with the Franz Kafka clock Without hands, only hour marks A blind is reading 'Shockheaded Peter' to a deaf Behind a triply locked door And the guard with the key chain Considers himself some kind of genius Because he's grinding back doors into powder And sells it as a cure for claustrophobia During Kristallnacht All the while, at the market square perhaps Unmasked, wearing their true face tonight Collecting stones and sharpening their knives For those who have already been ratted out The lynch mob is practicing for Judgment Day Only provisionally moored for loading - The galleys under pressure already - They're waiting for slaves down at the harbour For the rubble from that uneven fight During Kristallnacht Where Darwin is an excuse for everything2 Whether it's displacement or torture of people Where money is the root of power Where being strong is all that counts Disfigured by cowering and standing to attention Where they're playing hymns on a comb even3 In their barbaric hunger for profit From cheers to jeers4 Whenever there's something to gain They have their daily Kristallnacht Aus Songtexte Mania