Sex Pistols - Belsen Was a Gas

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 their 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

Written by:
John Lydon, Paul Thomas Cook, Sid Vicious, Stephen Philip Jones

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