Belson was a gas I heard the other day In the open graves where the jews all lay Life is fun I wish you were here They wrote on postcards to those held here 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 Belson was a gas I heard the other day In the open graves where the jews all lay Life is fun I wish you were here They wrote on postcards to those held here Oh dear Be a man Kill a man Be someone Kill someone Be a man Kill yourself
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