In the death camp attitude is worthless 
Grey skulls lying in the gutter 
Pissed on by dogs, and you thought they cared 
Pissed on by dogs, and you thought they cared 

The tattooed are made into purses and lampshades 
The leftovers into pies and carried up into the moors 
And sacrificially burnt by satans children 
And no one cares 

Mr. McDonalds brought the children 
To his meat packaging and processing plant 
Pushed into the grinder by the army patrol 
Pushed into the grinder by the army patrol