I'm here in Buchenwald.
I'm here in Buchenwald.
My number's on my skin.
My number's on my skin.
Old Ilsa Koch is here.
Old Ilsa Koch is here.
Ilsa, Ilsa Koch. Ilsa, Ilsa Koch.
The prisoners walk the grounds.
The hounds have killed a girl.
The guards have shot a man.
Some more have starved to death.
Ilsa, Ilsa Koch. Ilsa, Ilsa Koch.
Here comes the prisoner's car.
They dump them in the pen.
They load them down the schute.
The trooper cracks their skulls.
He steals their teeth of gold.
He shoves them on the belt.
He swings that furnace door.
He slides their corpses in.
Ilsa, Ilsa Koch, Ilsa, Ilsa Koch, Ilsa, Ilsa Koch,
Ilsa, Ilsa Koch, Ilsa, Ilsa Koch. Ilsa, Ilsa Koch
I see the chimney smoke.
I smell the chimney smoke.
I see their ashes hauled.
I see their bones in piles.
I'm choking on the smoke.
The stink is killing me.
Ilsa, Ilsa Koch. Ilsa, Ilsa Koch. Ilsa, Ilsa Koch. Ilsa, Ilsa Koch.
Old Ilsa Koch was jailed.
Old Ilsa Koch went free.
I've got to hush my song.
Here comes the super man.
I'll see you later on.
I've got to duck and run.