Belson was a gas I heard the other day In the open graves where the jews all lay Life is fun I wish you were here They wrote on postcards to those held here Oh dear ♪ Sergeant majors on the march Wash their bodies in the starch See them all die one by one Guess it's dead guess it's glad So bad ♪ Belson was a gas I heard the other day In the open graves where the jews all lay Life is fun I wish you were here They wrote on postcards to those held here Oh dear ♪ Be a man ♪ Kill a man Be someone ♪ Kill someone Be a man Kill yourself