The Auschwitz rag
It's a gas, going to the gas, going to the gas, it's a gas, Man, going to the gas I walk on tip-toe To the Zyklon B.
They're goin' to crucify Little me.
Up ahead Stick men in boots, Crosses over their Hatchet suits.
The colonel gestures When I strip I spit at him An' he feels real hip.
Rip them knickers Off and dance.
I hear you Can really prance.
Down go my briefs An' I step out bare, I show my pussy Like at a fair.
I make that colonel Stiff as a post, With his mouth open Like he seen a ghost.
Jesus-naked There in the snow, 1 see the crema- torium glow.
Writhe, body, Against his fly, I'm gonna kill you Before I die.
Jerk off, Man.
For the Fatherland. I'm juicin' your gun With my free hand.
Some die by gas, Some die by knives, I've used up all Of my nine lives.
Cool cat, cool cat, I hear you scream. Here endeth The Auschwitz dream. it's a gas, going to the gas, going to the gas, it's a gas, Man.
going to the gas
Previous page
