Arbeit Mach Frei

Roll a gasper The guard said he could stay alive But he has to shovel And burn his friends to die, people to die And the gate read: "Arbeit Macht Frei" In her rollers And a gasper She's leaning the steps in a mean street Where no policeman walks the beat Her old man He don't like blacks or queers Yet he's proud we beat the Nazis? How queer Arbeit Macht Frei