Would you have hidden me in your attic

That's the question I'd like to know

Would you have climbed up to serve my dinner

Well I hope so



When the jack-booted men

Wore those great uniforms

Would you have wanted the blackest

Would you have hidden me in your attic



If let's say in some café

We saw the tanks roll by

Would you take my hand and lead me

Cross the border line

Would you have hidden me in your attic



If the neighbors accused me of casting spells

And bowing down to the gods in hell

You would leave me there alone

Or would you cast the very first stone

You'd be there to ease my pain

Or pack me on that awful train



Would you have hidden me in your attic

That's the question I'll never know

Would you have climbed up to serve me dinner

Well I hope so