Sex Pistols - Belsen Was a Gas текст песни

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 oh dear oh dear

Sergeant majors on the march

Wash their bodies in the starch

See them all die one by one

Guess its dead guess its glad

So bad so bad so bad