Why, I have the colors of Santa Claus
I put it low, put it in it
What's with all the fathers?
And the sitting Santa?
This war is about spurring windows
We pick up all the boys to protect out life
Scum, rise!
Another war's our target!
Another medal and a town belongs to us
Scum, rise!
Take a seat there, on your side
I write a letter, untied to every little city
Scum, rise, pound them all!
Dead hippie squadron
We're only seven years old
When we fight, I want you to know
In every war your kin
Someday will want his revenge
Still, language shares go around
It's in a day, the Sun was setting
There's nothing you can do
Nothing you can do
Nothing you can do
Nothing you can do
Nothing you can do
So, scum, rise!
Scum, rise!
