Tekster: John Wesley Harding. Hitler's Tears.

One man's tears stain the pillow
Where he used to lay his head
She's left him for another man
So how come they're both sleeping in his bed?

He can hardly sleep for misery
You can hear him catch his breath
And he grinds his teeth into the night
And God says, "Hey, Adolf, are you alright?"

One boy's tears stain the paper
Where he writes his Christmas list
And he inks in broken German
Send me the skill of a fine artist

Then he wipes out half a continent
With a flick of his wrist
He's so lonely, so misunderstanding
As he pulls his blanket across the landing

You can hear them falling every day, the Hitler's tears
Just open up the newspaper, Hitler's tears
You can hide, there's no escape from Hitler's tears
Just what makes the fuhrer blue?

He's crying for you
He's crying for you
He's crying

One man's tears, he was a fascist
Before it was cool
'Cause now it's so expected
Just accept it that power is cruel

So he'll apply for reinstatement
Using the reincarnation rules
He's the only man, most certainly
Who could claim to have learned from history

You can hear them falling every day, Hitler's tears
Just open up the newspaper, Hitler's tears
You can hide, there's no escape from, Hitler's tears
Just what makes the fuhrer blue?

He's crying for you

Hitler cries himself to sleep
Alone in Brazil, no one calls
How must it feel to be
The biggest loser of them all?

One man's tears, saltwater salutes the final trip
A thousand naughty Nazis
A Fraulein with a bull whip
A lullaby of Uber Allis, a shaking upper lip

It's all become a Whitehall farce
That's how we tear our fears apart
But you shouldn't take it straight to heart
So the rest of us can get some sleep tonight

Hitler's tears
Just open up the newspaper, Hitler's tears
You can hide, there's no escape from, Hitler's tears
Just open up the newspaper, Hitler's tears
Just open up the newspaper, Hitler's tears

Hitler's tears
Hitler's tears
Hitler's tears
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