Death Camp Lyrics

In the death camp attitude is worthless

Grey skulls lying in the gutter

Pissed on by dogs, and you thought they cared

Pissed on by dogs, and you thought they cared



The tattooed are made into purses and lampshades

The leftovers into pies and carried up into the moors

And sacrificially burnt by satans children

And no one cares



Mr. McDonalds brought the children

To his meat packaging and processing plant

Pushed into the grinder by the army patrol

Pushed into the grinder by the army patrol