Belsen Was A Gas Lyrics by Sex Pistols

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 oh dear oh dear

Sergeant majors on the march
Wash their bodies in the starch
See them all die one by one
Guess its dead guess its glad

So bad so bad so bad