Arbeit Macht Frei

Roll a gasper The guard said he could stay alive But he has to shovel and burn his friends to die People do die and on the gate read 'Arbeit macht frei' In her rollers and a gasper She's cleaning the steps in the mean street Where no policeman walks the beat Her old man, he don't like blacks or queers Yet he's proud he beat the Nazis, how queer? Arbeit macht frei Arbeit macht frei Arbeit macht frei