| Lyrics: | Belsen was a gas I heard the other day
In the open graves where the jews all lay
Life is fun
and I wish you were here
They wrote on postcards to those held dear
Oh
dear
Sergeant majors on the march
Wash their bodies in the starch
See them all die
one by one
Geuss it's dead, guess it's glad
So bad
Belsen was a gas I heard
the other day
In the open graves where the jews all lay
Life is fun and I wish you were
here
They wrote on postcards to those held dear
Oh dear
Be a man
Be a
man
Belsen was a gas
Be a man, kill someone, kill yourself
Be a man, be someone, kill
someone
Be a man, kill yourself |
