Acoustic guitar, bass, cajon, snare, vocals

He was born under a rock In the Shadow of California Not even tanned by the mid-day sun His skin so white, his eyes as dark as oil Telling all who'd listen he's the chosen one

A self-described patriot with an Aryan grudge An undead antichrist born of the death camps' sludge

An all-consuming lust to make the country's blood purer Ein Volk, Ein Reich, Ein Fuhrer

Nazi Vampire...

Serving at the behest of the dybbuk beast Now a bootlicking white nationalist kapo Painting on his widow's peak to Face the Nation Aching to release the Gestapo

Hanging upside down from the White House rafters Demonizing immigrants and the working poor Drooling at the thought of mass deportation Summoning the janitors to mop the floor

Nazi Vampire...

Gehts um die wurst Fick dich! Schweigen Schwein! Schweinhunde! Ich bin Stefan Mueller Ich bin AntiChrist Der sturm reet auf Gehts um die wurst Ich werde dir das blut aussaugen Der Sturm kommt. Ich bin AntiChrist

Nazi Vampire!