Bob Geldof Roads Of Germany Lyrics

Roads Of Germany Lyrics

I'm driving on the road that Hitler built



I'm driving on the road that Hitler built



This is the place where history stopped to shit



And I'm driving on the road that Hitler built







I'm driving on the road that Stalin built next



There's more holes in Joe's than Adolf's 



But what would you expect



I wonder what the Germans did



To fall from history's nest



And I'm driving on the road that Stalin built next







On the roads of Germany



On the roads of Germany



These are the roads of the 20th century



And there's blood and steel and leather



Mixed into that concrete



When you're riding on the roads of high Germany







I'm cruising on Konrad's Autobahn



Konrad's got a Beetle and Ludwig a Trabant



And Willy's got a Merc and Erich's got a tank



But that road only took me to a concrete dead end trap







We're driving on the road that never ends



All roads lead to exit signs and then they start again



And Helmut's building on the wheel of history as it spins



And history never ends 'cos it's too busy beginning







On the roads of Germany



On the roads of Germany



These are the roads of the 20th century



And there's blood and steel and leather



Mixed into that concrete



When you're riding on the roads of high Germany







And I'm walking in a Black Forest lane



And I step into the trees for to get some leafy shade



And I fall asleep in some dappled sunlit glade



And I dream and in my dream I am lost and afraid



And it grows dark, it grows damp and I shiver and I'm cold



And deep inside the forest something obscenely old



Stirs and shakes and comes awake and in it's putrid pit



It belches and it squirms in its own dirt and filth



And slithers on it's stinking slime while everything holds its breath



And its slow thighs, blank eyes pitiless as the past



Reborn from its fitful sleep, its hour come again at last



Slouches towards its own Jerusalem to be re-cast



And in my horror I recognise myself in it as it passes



Familiar and repulsive and as old as mortal man



This philosophy of brutality, ignorance and hate



Buried deep in everyone waiting to escape



And you must kill it before it kills you and everything in its wake



And I take my knife and I kill it, and it screams and then I wake



And I'm terrified and horrified and in this mortal state



I stagger toward the curbside of the 4 lane motorway



"Drive" I say and we drive and soon I stop shaking



But I can't stop thinking 'bout these dreams and revelations



Except it's not a dream it's real and it's of our own making



And it's not just Germany it's everywhere and the whole world is a-quaking



As we turn onto this road we all seem to be taking



And you can't help thinking these things on the roads of Germany