Belsen was a gas I heard the other day
In the open graves where the jews all lay
Life is fun and I wish you were here
They wrote on postcards to those held dear

Oh dear

Sergeant majors on the march
Wash their bodies in the starch
See them all die one by one
Geuss it's dead, guess it's glad

So bad

Belsen was a gas I heard the other day
In the open graves where the jews all lay
Life is fun and I wish you were here
They wrote on postcards to those held dear

Oh dear

Be a man

Be a man
Belsen was a gas
Be a man, kill someone, kill yourself
Be a man, be someone, kill someone
Be a man, kill yourself