| Song | Hitler Day |
| Artist | Public Enemy |
| Album | Muse Sick-N-Hour Mess Age |
| 作词 : D., Walford | |
| Ridenhour - walford | |
| Intro | |
| 500 years ago one man claimed | |
| To have discovered a new world | |
| Five centuries later we the people | |
| Are forced to celebrate a black holocaust | |
| How can you call a takeover | |
| A discovery | |
| Mass murderer | |
| This side of the planet | |
| Most people take it for granted | |
| 502 and still doin | |
| Give a reason i'm hatin | |
| October celebratin | |
| The dead | |
| Of the black the brown and red | |
| Sick an tired | |
| Of bein sick n tired | |
| Dont jump to conclusions | |
| Before i clear the confusion | |
| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust | |
| I'm talkin bout columbus | |
| Hit me one | |
| I dont hate nobody | |
| I hate that day | |
| Its as crazy as hitler day | |
| Hangin heads and snappin necks | |
| Splittin up kin | |
| Makin familys wrecked | |
| Turned this planet to a sewer | |
| Provin to all just a lil grab | |
| Will do ya | |
| Or do us | |
| So my disgust | |
| Got credit from the ones that | |
| Read it | |
| Aint blind to the fact | |
| Of a whack headline | |
| And if you didn't i pay | |
| No mind | |
| That's how i feel | |
| That's how i feel | |
| This iz madd real | |
| But these days | |
| Is crazy as hitler day | |
| I don't hate nobody | |
| It's impossible to discover a land | |
| When people are already living there | |
| Some thanks for the givin | |
| When times are hard | |
| & some got the nerve to pray to god | |
| Aint about turkey | |
| & cider that gets me sick | |
| It's that take from the indian trick | |
| Lookin pretty grim | |
| When they takin da pill | |
| From the sucker seekin somethin to kill | |
| Now he got a day to celebrate | |
| Aint that a trip | |
| Cause the indians aint got shit | |
| May 31st when it comin it hurts | |
| Remember the dead and it makes me curse | |
| When they dont include 100 million | |
| Of us black folks | |
| That died in the bottom of boats | |
| I can carry on bout the killin till | |
| Dusk & dawn | |
| And war ain't the reason they gone | |
| Fourth of july a fuckin lie | |
| When did we ever | |
| Get a piece of the pie | |
| Gotta whole day comin | |
| Without no pay | |
| Cause a fuckin job | |
| Cant gimme no play | |
| Even had enuff i huff & puff | |
| At brothers sellin the stuff | |
| Takin in washingtons | |
| Lincolns | |
| Not they birthdays | |
| Payback for em makin us slaves |
| zuò cí : D., Walford | |
| Ridenhour walford | |
| Intro | |
| 500 years ago one man claimed | |
| To have discovered a new world | |
| Five centuries later we the people | |
| Are forced to celebrate a black holocaust | |
| How can you call a takeover | |
| A discovery | |
| Mass murderer | |
| This side of the planet | |
| Most people take it for granted | |
| 502 and still doin | |
| Give a reason i' m hatin | |
| October celebratin | |
| The dead | |
| Of the black the brown and red | |
| Sick an tired | |
| Of bein sick n tired | |
| Dont jump to conclusions | |
| Before i clear the confusion | |
| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust | |
| I' m talkin bout columbus | |
| Hit me one | |
| I dont hate nobody | |
| I hate that day | |
| Its as crazy as hitler day | |
| Hangin heads and snappin necks | |
| Splittin up kin | |
| Makin familys wrecked | |
| Turned this planet to a sewer | |
| Provin to all just a lil grab | |
| Will do ya | |
| Or do us | |
| So my disgust | |
| Got credit from the ones that | |
| Read it | |
| Aint blind to the fact | |
| Of a whack headline | |
| And if you didn' t i pay | |
| No mind | |
| That' s how i feel | |
| That' s how i feel | |
| This iz madd real | |
| But these days | |
| Is crazy as hitler day | |
| I don' t hate nobody | |
| It' s impossible to discover a land | |
| When people are already living there | |
| Some thanks for the givin | |
| When times are hard | |
| some got the nerve to pray to god | |
| Aint about turkey | |
| cider that gets me sick | |
| It' s that take from the indian trick | |
| Lookin pretty grim | |
| When they takin da pill | |
| From the sucker seekin somethin to kill | |
| Now he got a day to celebrate | |
| Aint that a trip | |
| Cause the indians aint got shit | |
| May 31st when it comin it hurts | |
| Remember the dead and it makes me curse | |
| When they dont include 100 million | |
| Of us black folks | |
| That died in the bottom of boats | |
| I can carry on bout the killin till | |
| Dusk dawn | |
| And war ain' t the reason they gone | |
| Fourth of july a fuckin lie | |
| When did we ever | |
| Get a piece of the pie | |
| Gotta whole day comin | |
| Without no pay | |
| Cause a fuckin job | |
| Cant gimme no play | |
| Even had enuff i huff puff | |
| At brothers sellin the stuff | |
| Takin in washingtons | |
| Lincolns | |
| Not they birthdays | |
| Payback for em makin us slaves |