Don't tell me settle, settle down, settle down
They're making waves in the streets, in the towns
Don't be fooled, they know the way to make you all resound
Sing the praises, sing the lines, sing the hymns
You think the worst that they could do is him?
Well he may be the CIC, but that's not where it ends

The Gestapo don't ask, they just round up by class, and they fend for their own
Don't be sad, don't be lonely, it's bad
But you'll never really be alone

A crafted masterpiece the media disperse
Give you a hero and then take him in a hearse
Lift you up, and throw him down, just like they rehearsed
God only knows what the bastards choose to preach
Design a model, not to heal, not to teach
To pacify and glorify the makings of the leech

The Gestapo don't ask, they just round up by class
And they fend for their own
Don't be sad, don't be lonely, it's bad
But you'll never really be alone