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
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
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ohhhh
Arbeit macht frei
Writer(s): Peter Doherty
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