The depth of its territory
Is growing day by day
I cannot help it
A groomed barricade
A fence between two senses
I cannot help it
I smell your treachery
I taste deceit
It's growing ever larger
The labour and the toil
Our upper lips shall gain the spoil
Abolish any private property
(All hail the moustache!)
It sprouts identity
Out of the flesh of scarcity
Conceals its face, reveals its throne
Old maps
Old man's skin
Grows towards
East Berlin
Can't shave
What's within
(All hail the moustache!)
Glorious palatial facial structure
Behold the essence of mankind
A declaration of eternal beauty
More, admiration
More, evermore!
All hail the moustache!
All hail the moustache!
All hail the moustache!
