Six million next of kin

Ghost pale bone thin

Six million yellow stars

Holiday in cattle cars

Tattoo blue no more name

A different number but the same old pain



Now it's rolled it's way through Vukovar

To Banja Luka for Greater Serbia

Wave the flag political minority

Killing fields or death camps

Which will you leave?

Washed away by the darkest tide

Ethnic cleansing, it's genocide



History lessons we don't see

Just how blind can we be?

It hasn't stopped

It just goes on endlessly

Xenophobic coward's hate

And a quest for selfish gain

Keep marching on with the same old pain



Ten thousand years we've tripped along

No group can keep it's nose clean long

My tribe, my church, my prophecy,

My bloodthirsty racist policy

Name them, frame them, blame and claim them

Then round 'em up so we can maim them

Washed away by the darkest tide

Ethnic cleansing, it's genocide



No tyrant performs atrocities alone

Who are the creatures that fill the ranks?

And gnaw the bones?

Inhuman animals or twisted evil freaks?

Or does this sickness run deeper than we think?

The heart is shadowed

And no man sees his well

To every soul a fascist undertow

On a cross hangs another Jew

Only His love can see us thru



Six million yellow stars

Black american. Prison bars

Trail of tears. Lynching trees

Manifest Destiny

Brown menace from the south

Khmer Rouge. Odd man out

Green mists dance and climb

Zyklon B the end of the line

Furnace hums a lullaby

Six million God knows why