Germany Ghost Mice
Back in World War Two, [G]the bombs kept drop[Em]ping,
this whole [C]city was smashed to the [G]ground.
And the [G]orders were given to [Em]destroy everything,
even to [C]bring that beautiful cat[G]hedral down.
But the [Am]best bomber pilots, [D]well,
they all tried it but their [G]aim was never [C]true.
[Am]As if the work of God or [D]divine protection,
or could the [G]men just not do what they were [C]ordered to do.
Could they not [G]do what they were [D]ordered to [C]do.
[G]Today it still stands like a [Em]giant tombstone,
a [C]monument to a time long [G]gone.
To the [G]old lady beggars with their [Em]faces to the ground,
it's [C]tall arch doorways are [G]right where they belong.
And oh, [Am]Hitler, he would have been [D]p**sed I guess,
but I'm [G]glad that the good guys [C]missed.
No [Am]matter what you believe or how you [D]feel about churches,
let me [G]tell you, you really wanna [C]see this.
You'll be [G]thankful those [D]bombs didn't [G]hit.
We went [G]south down the [D]river to where the [C]Rhine and the Basel [G]meet.
We [G]stood on that small triangle of [D]ground
where this [C]country was founded on our [G]own two feet.
And [Am]on the way we learned that [D]castles are a lot smaller
in real[G] life then they are in the fairy[C] tales.
But [Am]that realization didn't [D]stop our fascination
as we [G]explored the secret tunnels behind the [C]safety rails.
As we hopped [G]over those [D]safety [G]rails...
[G]We headed East and we [D]crossed the border,
the [C]border that was no longer [G]there.
And alt[G]hough the fences and walls are [D]long gone,
the [C]weight of their ghosts hung [G]heavy in the air.
And the [Am]buildings all had different looks on their [D]faces,
they were [G]stern and strong and [C]stout.
Going [Am]80 on the Audabon will really take you [D]places,
if you [G]wanna learn history get outta your [C]house.
If you [G]wanna learn, get [D]outta your [G]house
[G]And all of the statues of [D]Dresden looked [C]mean and cold and [G]angry.
[G]They've all got black [D]faces that say, [C]"You can never [G]kill me!"
And our [Am]bus drove by [D]Slaughterhouse 5 on the [G]way to our camp[C]ground.
We [Am]ended up sleeping in a [D]farmer's field cause [G]two years ago the [C]place was shut down.
[Am]We went to the forest and [D]camped a few nights and [G]then we said good[C]bye
To [Am]all the bakeries and the [D]nice young bees that would [G]always give us [C]rides.
And the [C]train, the [D]train, took us [G]away!
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