Creator: Galerie Bilderwelt | Credit: Getty ImagesCopyright: 2009 Getty Images

Death seems a long way from here
I fear we can no longer drink tea in the evening
As if all is, as it was before,
Footsteps lead to the crematorium door.

I used to drink whiskey at noon.
in the morning, at night, during Weimar, 
Soon I had premonitions but nothing evil.
We'd drink and we'd drink until blotto.

Dig a grave in the air, that’s me, in poetry
Don’t lie so-close to me, remember
We are rats in a trap
That's that.

Sonderkommando live in this hut
 Ukrainians have their own shitter.
He who plays with snakes
Gets bitten
He who writes squiddy messages
Is not read.
He who writes in German in Germany or Argentina,
or any other Nazi-hideout,
better watch out, Mossad is about.

These old Nazis: their wrinkled  golden, blue eyes,
their genes.
continue to step in front of the stars that sparkle.

The body truck stops,
he whistles for his mates, carries on,
he whistles for his Jews, carries on
they to dig a mass grave in the earth
he orders us to dance in the grave:
takes odd pot shots at us
his version of romance.

Early black night
we drink ourselves into sobriety
we drink in the morning
and we drink at noon
we drink  in the evening
and we drink and we drink.

This is man’s work
This slaughter of the innocents
We dig a grave in the air,
Beware..

Oh! No! We don’t associate with goyim
My grandfather calls from deep underground
He grabs his tommy gun, shoots, misses,
He swings around, his eyes are blue.
Meanwhile, my grandmother digs for victory
With rusty spades.

In  Auschwitz the dead continue to dance
Grandfathers should remain silent in their graves
But not if you’ve defeated the Nazis
Then you can smile, Jack smiles.
Germany likes to commit genocide  every now and again
Musicians stroke their violins then rise into the air as smoke

Death is the master in Germany, his eye is blue
He expects to hit you with a leaden bullet, to hit you exactly,
But he misses and so lived in the Federal Republic of Germany
De-Nazified or not. You choose. 
He master races all the males to their graves in thin air
Like Alternative für Deutschland, their future is uncertain.