The sky is black
The stench is death
Trying to survive
Try to do your best
To keep your eyes open
Keep the air through your chest
But in this situation, things get bumpy and rocky
War World II, massacres, and the Nazis
Joseph Conrad and Mr. Borowski
Both with one goal
To make sure we all know
We can’t have another genocide
Come back like a yo-yo
Do you have to be a pro? No.
Just have to be the better man
Some thing like Marlowe or a gentleman
But we really got to make sure we don’t
Have another This Way to The Gas Ladies and Gentlemen
Please Lord lend us your helping hand
Skinny bodies with big bulging eyes
They see 3,000 people gassed but that isn’t no surprise
They are torn up from all the murder and lies
Kids thrown out the window, too brutal to say what happens to the guys
How from that to today,it’s all about money and the sex
Who the big boss and who cut the checks
What ever happen to making money with respect?
But it’s true
Everyday that we live
We just get closer to our death