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 the bodies in the starch See them all die one by one Guess its dead, guess its 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
belsen, dear, gas, kill, jew