I'm driving on the road that Hitler built

I'm driving on the road that Hitler built

This is the place where history stopped to shit

And I'm driving on the road that Hitler built



I'm driving on the road that Stalin built next

There's more holes in Joe's than Adolf's

But what would you expect

I wonder what the Germans did

To fall from history's nest

And I'm driving on the road that Stalin built next



On the roads of Germany

On the roads of Germany

These are the roads of the 20th century

And there's blood and steel and leather

Mixed into that concrete

When you're riding on the roads of high Germany



I'm cruising on Konrad's Autobahn

Konrad's got a Beetle and Ludwig a Trabant

And Willy's got a Merc and Erich's got a tank

But that road only took me to a concrete dead end trap



We're driving on the road that never ends

All roads lead to exit signs and then they start again

And Helmut's building on the wheel of history as it spins

And history never ends 'cos it's too busy beginning



On the roads of Germany

On the roads of Germany

These are the roads of the 20th century

And there's blood and steel and leather

Mixed into that concrete

When you're riding on the roads of high Germany



And I'm walking in a Black Forest lane

And I step into the trees for to get some leafy shade

And I fall asleep in some dappled sunlit glade

And I dream and in my dream I am lost and afraid

And it grows dark, it grows damp and I shiver and I'm cold

And deep inside the forest something obscenely old

Stirs and shakes and comes awake and in it's putrid pit

It belches and it squirms in its own dirt and f