Sitting in the park, I don’t understand
What’s in people’s minds
A mohican-hairstyle comes
And says: you don’t have a crest you’re not a punk
I look at him and I don’t understand
What does he want from me?
I am lucky he goes away
And not explaining it with his fist

Everyday fascism!

On the bench beside a scruffy guy
Talking to his friend
Look at the dude in the leather jacket
He’s cool if he walks like that
On the other bench a mister in a suit
Whispering to his neighbor
Look at the huligan in the leather jacket
Is he a gun-smuggler or a dealer?

Everyday fascism

Starngers are looking at me
From an unknown distance
Make decisions for me
Decide from the outlook
Strangers you deserve to die!
Graffity on the subway wall
After all, how do you decide
Out of which hole you should be born?
Layers against layers
False aims and false principles
Black, white fuck it
I wonder what’s in your head?

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