Dachau blues those poor Jews
Dachau blues those poor Jews
Dachau blues, Dachau blues those poor Jews
Still cryin' 'bout the burnin' back in World War Two's
One mad man six million lose
Down in Dachau blues, down in Dachau blues
The world can't forget that misery
'n the young ones now beggin' the old ones please
t' stop bein' madmen
'fore they have t' tell their children
'bout the burnin's back in World War Three's
War One was balls 'n powder 'n blood 'n snow
War Two rained death 'n showers 'n skeletons
Dancin' 'n screamin' 'n dyin' in the ovens
Cough 'n smoke 'n dyin' by the dozens
Down in Dachau blues
Down in Dachau blues
Sweet little children with doves on their shoulders
Their eyes rolled back in ecstasy cryin'
Please old man stop this misery
They're countin' out the devil
With two fingers on their hands
Beggin' the Lord don't let the third one land
On World War Three
On World War Three
Spoken:
"and, it attracted a lotta rats, and, uh, they close the doors, and uh, they all got shotguns and rush out on the grass. Nothing happened, they couldn't get the rats to move, see. So, they got one fella down there, he said, er, ah, heeeeeeeeee s-stammered; when he got excited he couldn't talk at all. They got him down there and er, Walt said, "I'll get 'em outta there," and he took a stick, beating them, started hitting them, tryin' to get them outta there. Then he started shooting from all directions. And 'ole Walt thought he was gonna get killed..."
