Concentration Camp 666
On a trip
With a dick
Want to feel fine
Just feel sick
Here they come
Footsteps quick
They really act
As thick as a brick
There's lots of us
We've got them licked
They torture us
About our genes
Then they ask
Us to fill in the page
Lock us underground
And waltz around
Saying that we are unsound
I don't know
How they get away
With all that change
The Aryan race
I'd say as Politely as I could
Just the hell
To go Away.
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