Sex Pistols

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 the bodies in the starch
See them all die one by one
Guess 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