Roll a
Gasper
The guard said he could stay alive but he shovelled
And burned his friends to die
People to die
Oh the gate read
Arbeit macht frei
In her rollers
And a gasper
She cleaned the steps of a mean street
Where no policeman walked 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