Son Of Lyrics

I am the son of Adolf Hitler
my father was a monster
and my mother
oh poor mother

sometimes it's hard
sometimes it's heavy to carry
and every son of
should join their hands
to tell the good people we're not sons of ...
we're not sons of ...
we're freaks

I'm walking by the streets
real screamings, real spits
And here are your wives saying
"Look at his eyes

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