[Verse 1]
Roll a gasper
The guard said he could stay alive if he shovelled and burned his friends to die
People to die
And on the gate read 'Arbeit Macht Frei'

[Verse 2]
In her rollers and a gasper
She cleans the steps on a mean street where no policemen walk the beat
Her old man
He don't like blacks or queers

[Bridge]
Yet he's proud we beat the Nazis
How queer

[Instrumental]

[Outro]
Arbeit Macht Frei