Laurence Overmire - Sins Of The Fathers lyrics

In Seventeen Hundred and Forty Nine A long ago lost relation of mine Sailed from Germany Never to return. Across tormented seas He launched his spirits Cast his dreams To set foot at last On soil Philadelphia And in the decades furling hence His blood traversed At last to me A legacy he could not foresee To be German In the twentieth century. I look in horror Celluloid clips Detached and yet Somehow connected Of mutilations, d**hs Atrocities Committed by an alien hand The bony fingers stretched In accusation My blood revolts Impa**ioned by the faint “Sieg Heils” Still drumming through the marrow The cold hard stamp of jack boot feet The crisp salutes, heels clicking on cement Jawohl! Jawohl! Jawohl! Sieg Heil! ! Awakened in the dead of sleep Sweat dripping from the chin Fingers clutch the windpipe Eyes wide in disbelief Six million lie in unmarked graves We weep our disremembered tears And in our righteous seeming fury Cry what devil hath made you German! ‘Twas enough to be a man.