Der Junge mit dem Schwefelholz [English translation]

The son of a priest

Socially not well integrated

Nobody wants to play with you

Which sublimates the thirst for revenge early on

Too many crucifixes

Explaining the world with religion

A toothless God for any case

You don't find a deeper meaning in heaven

Love doesn't live here

The good not in me

You preach water and drink wine

Fucking heresy

In love, your murderer

The hell, that's you

Incense, putti, rosaries

The old wood of the benches

Burn, burn

Burn by my hands

The boy with the matchstick

And his ode to the flame

The boy with the matchstick

If god hates me, I hate all of you

Your servant, black sheep

Sneaks up behind you

And bites you in the ass

Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself

No- not everyone and not always

You don't live what you represent

No role model but pointed fingers

Hate reigns my here and now

Well nourished by the blood of my friends

Dark matter

Fed by traumas and pain

Love doesn't live here

The good not in me

You preach water and drink wine

Fucking heresy

In love, your murderer

The hell, that's you

Incense, putti, rosaries

The old wood of the benches

Burn, burn

Burn by my hands

The boy with the matchstick

And his ode to the flame

The boy with the matchstick

If god hates me, I hate all of you

Your servant, black sheep

Sneaks up behind you

And bites you in the ass

• Artist:Böhse Onkelz
• Album:Memento