Thought Police
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Lyrics
Well old man ludwig has dyed his hair he speaks in german he meets me there His shirt is folded his shoes are clean his tongue it told it of the s.s. regime He's in the bedroom, he locks the door one knife can't kill him, one bathroom floor
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Song Details
- Duration
- 03:19
- Key
- 4
- Tempo
- 170 BPM