Arbeit Macht Frei

[Verse 1] 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' [Verse 2] In her rollers and a gasper She cleans the steps on a mean street where no policemen walk the beat Her old man He don't like blacks or queers [Bridge] Yet he's proud we beat the Nazis How queer [Instrumental] [Outro] Arbeit Macht Frei