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
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)