Since I’m politically correct I have become a winner,
and if stupidity is a sin I am now a sinner.
Since I’m politically correct success is on my side.
Obedience is my first law and mainstream is my guide.

Since I’m politically correct I worship my TV.
Whatever they may broadcast I sure never disagree.
The pope’s a Satanist – and of course we still are guilty
of crimes we committed sometime in the thirteenth century.

Since I’m politically correct I support immigration,
exporting jobs, importing workers, that’s the way to build a nation.
Today immigrants are the basis of every civilisation
and all those who disagree deserve extermination.

But sometimes in the dead of night when no one sees or hears me
I remember the times in which my thoughts used to roam free.
Then I can see our nakedness, our weakness and our fear.
Then I’m afraid our shallow world might someday disappear.

Since I’m politically correct I’ve trained myself to cry.
In every speech that I now hold a teardrop leaves my eye.
Since I’m politically correct pity is my domain.
A soft, enormous heart – it beats below my tiny brain.

Let’s dance on the grave of our nation, come on my friends, join my song.
Take your glasses, your red banners, drink with me and sing along.
This is my ode to subjugation, my anthem to slavery,
with an iron hand our new humanity shall rule Germany.

Since I’m politically correct I love to demonstrate.
My best friends do nothing else since 1968.
Sometimes we do that violently because we have to compensate
these endless weeks of always being so kind and compassionate.

Since I’m politically correct the Christians really love me.
Propagating immigration equals to them being holy.
And besides I am like them deeply involved in charity,
we are the better human beings – to hell with equality.

But sometimes in the dead of night when no one sees or hears me
I remember the times in which my thoughts used to roam free.
Then I can see our nakedness, our weakness and our fear,
then I’m afraid our shallow world might someday disappear.

Back then as my thoughts roamed free I must have lost my sanity,
those times of storm and stress are such a dark side of my history.
Back then as a rebellious youngster I was full of disrespect
and in my lunacy and blindness I detested the correct.

During those gloomy times I really thought that my homeland is mine.
I was opposed to foreign control and to cultural decline.
I was a brown devil back then, but be sure, now I am fine.
Today I only long for gangfights, drugvictims, race war and crime.

But still sometimes in spite of my correctness and conformity
these memories of times arise in which my thoughts were wild and free.
And then I see our nakedness, our weakness and our fear.
Then I’m afraid that our shallow world soon might disappear.

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»I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.«
Epitome of Voltaire

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