Roll a gasper
The guard said he could stay alive
But he has to shovel
And burn his friends to die, people to die
And the gate read:
"Arbeit Macht Frei"
In her rollers
And a gasper
She's leaning the steps in a mean street
Where no policeman walks the beat
Her old man
He don't like blacks or queers
Yet he's proud we beat the Nazis?
How queer
Arbeit Macht Frei