RAISE YOUR FIST
  Music: Rolf Kasparek
  Lyrics: Rolf Kasparek/Majk Moti
  Friday night, dressed to kill, hell bent for the show
  Shiny leather like a second skin, ready for their first row
  You want to go meet your pals, but your dad won't let you go
  He's to tally blind, babbling wild, and he rages and he blows
    "I don't want you boy to live my house this way!
  Your awful friends are gonna lead you astray
  You better work for school don't join this fucking show
  I won't let you go ! "
    Come on kids unite and let us feel the flame of rage
  Together we are strong so let's tear up this golden cage
  We shall overcome repression and their stranding strings
  The shackles have to fall and we will be metallian kings
  Raise your fist
    Monday morning, ringing school-bell, homework isn't done
  Teacher's gonna break your balls, don't expect no fun
  The jailor's wild and furious, classmates deride you
  The wrath is overwhelming you, can't stand this fucking crew!
    "I don't want you scums let me get away from here
  I don't want to be a cogwheel in your gear
  I'm not a marionette in your boring puppet show
  So let me go ! "
    Come on kids unite and let us feel the flame of rage
  Together we are strong so let's tear up this golden cage
  We shall overcome repression and their stranding strings
  The shackles have to fall and we will be metallian kings
  Raise your fist