Belson was a gas I heard the other day

In the open graves where the jews all lay

Life is fun

I wish you were here

They wrote on postcards to those held here

Oh Dear

Sergeant Majors on the march

Wash their bodies in the starch

See them all die one by one

Guess it's dead guess it's glad

So bad

Belson was a gas I heard the other day

In the open graves where the jews all lay

Life is fun

I wish you were here

They wrote on postcards to those held here

Oh Dear

Be a man

Kill a man

Be someone

Kill someone

Be a man

Kill yourself