Escaped the net in '45, hiding out in South America

Protected by money and powerful friends

Hoping the world has forgotten by now

All the things that you did in the Nazi Death camps

The people that you tortured and killed

You can live you life in expectant fear

Sure some day you'll be made to pay



Chorus:

I believe in justice

I believe in vengeance

I believe in getting the bastard



Man walks over dressed in flashy clothes

With an empty heart and a head full of money

Puts his arm around the lad of fifteen years

Talks sort of close like a long-lost brother