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 their bodies in the starch

See them all die one by one

Geuss it's dead, guess it's 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