Testo di Death Camp

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