We're taught that after the war the [bad word] vanished without a trace

But batallions of fascists still dream of a master race

The history books they tell of their defeat in forty-five

But they [bad word] out of the woodwork on the day the [bad word] died

They say the prisoner of Spandau was a symbol of defeat

Whilst Hess remained imprisoned and the fascists they were beat

So the promise of an aryan world would never materialise

So why did they [bad word] out of the woodwork on the day the [bad word] died

The world is riddled with maggots--the maggots are getting fat

They're making a tasty meal of all the bosses and bureacrats

They're taking over the board rooms and they're fat and full of pride

And they all came out of the woodwork on the day the [bad word] died

So if you meet with these historians I'll tell you what to say

Tell them that the [bad word] never really went away

They're out there burning houses down and peddling racist lies

And we'll never rest again until every [bad word] dies