Wells there's this nazi inside my head and he tells me that he wants to  see the Jews all dead and everywhere he looks he sees red, redder  than the fathers of the fatherland shed, he's sick and he's fed up to  here...and all he wants to do is drink German beer and dance with a  beautiful aryan maiden.  Hitler's inside my brain and my generic rhyming just drives him  insane, lives everyday without pain, without any struggle, without any  strain. Never thinks twice as he lies...loves you up and down his beady  little eyes, doesn't give a damn who lives or dies  Hess lives on in my skull, and he couldn't care less when his fat belly's  full, just whose heads will roll, as long a he's in full control of  everything under the sun...as long as he stays the big #1 and gets to  hide out in Argentina when the war is over.