Roll a gasper
The guard said he could stay alive
But he has to shovel
And burn his people to die- even if you die
And the gate read:
Arbeit macht frei

In her rollers
And a gasper
She's cleaning the steps in a mean street
Where no policeman walks the beat

(her old man)
He don't like blacks or queers
(yet he's proud he beat the nazis?
-how queer...)

Arbeit macht frei