Roll a gasper
The guard said he could stay alive
If he shovelled and burned his friends to die — people to die
And on the gate read:
Arbeit Macht Frei
In her rollers
With a gasper
She scrubs the steps on a mean street
Where no policemen walk 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