Lyrics:
Roll a gasperThe guard said he could stay aliveBut he has to shovelAnd burn his people to dieAnd the gate read:Arbeit Macht Frei In her rollersAnd a gasperCleaning the steps in a mean streetWhere no policeman walks the beatFor her husband(her old man)He don't like blacks or queers(yet he's proud he beat the nazis? - how queer...)