The beat of a different tree

So you think that history can tell us nothing
It seems just like dead kings on parade
But the past sometimes forms the future
By making us recall the mistakes we made

Now they´re marching down in munich
They´re marching in berlin
Maybe they´re gonna get a second chance and
Maybe this time they will win

We seem to be bound
To make the same mistake as before
When we hear them marching through europe
But can´t hear them outside our own door

Now they´re marching down in paris
They´re marching in amsterdam
Do they have to march through your bedroom
Before you will make a stand

Now when europe seems united
We´re suddenly standing without things to say
Blaming the economic crises
We just bow our heads
Waiting to unite in a different way

Where can i find words to tell you
What ignorance and stupidity can bring
Why talk about single outbursts of cruelty
When eight million dead in concentrations camps
Don´t seem to mean a thing

So we´re disgusted by the klan
And when crosses are burning we make a fuzz
But we can´t solve problems by blaming others
When those dark sides dwells in all of us

We can dance to the beat
Of a different drum or tree
When we´re cynical , magical , lazy , happy
And allows everyone to be

Now the world soon will be divided
In big trade communities
It might break the thin lines of understanding
And prevent the hands of friendship
Across the seas

We can dance to the beat
Of a different drum or tree
When we´re cynical , magical , lazy , happy
And allows everyone to be
. . . free