Lyrics:

Roll a gasper
The guard said he could stay alive but he shoveled and burned his friends to die
People to die, oh the gate read
Arbeit Macht Frei

In her rollers and a gasper
She's cleaning the steps in a mean street where no policemen walk the beat
Her old man, he don't like blacks or queers
Yet he's proud we beat the Nazis, how queer

Arbeit Macht Frei