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 oh dear 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 so bad so bad
Writer(s): John Lydon, Paul Thomas Cook, Stephen Philip Jones, John Beverly
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