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..."