Belsen Was A Gas

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 major’s on the march
Wash their bodies in the starch
See them all die one by one
Guess it’s dead, guess it’s glad
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