Een song over de Holocaust, maar het is natuurlijk net zo goed van toepassing op het slachthuis dat “Syrië” heet of op één van de talloze andere plaatsen waar mensen elkaar met met veel plezier de keel afsnijden, levend verbranden, aan stukken bombarderen of onthoofden. De hel, dat is de mensheid.
The waiting becomes torture
Distractions become bliss
Futility’s a luxury
When you sleep in blood sperm vomit and piss
Huddling to the dead for support
Jacking off for warmth
Swaddled in less than ashes and rags
The payoff’s always been over the ridge
And the pot of gold is full of shit
No hi-ho, hi-ho it’s off to work we go
Another merry go-down go-down go-down go-down go-down go-down go-down
I seen a prisoner without a clause
Living on a diet of dirt and water
Being slapped and sliced because
She didn’t happen to agree with the war-den
(He had an itchy trigger finger)
Jackboots battering a tattoo
On the inside of my skull
Militantly hankering for something never done
High school memories, once a folly
Are now reality due to sheer lack of present
Death without a trial
Dying ain’t a trial
Dying ain’t a curse
But living sure is worse
Each experience becomes my epilogue
Counting my ribs for the thousandth time
Dying on a diet of gruel and grime
They fall down, they don’t rise again
Where the women are trodden and forgotten are men
They’re giving birth to orphans
Black jew glue
The air is old, the comments are cold
I’m covered in lice and scabs and mold
My days are numbered
I’m in a daze
The door creaks open
The whole room prays
Enter the exterminator
Enter the exterminator
I hear the sweet sound of syringes
Crushed underfoot
See who set the homefires burning
See who set the husbands burning
Make the accusation stick
Morale is thin, the air is thick
Hard earned self-esteem
Goes up in a puff of smoke
I’m waitin to die
I’m waitin to die
To much of a coward to snuff myself
Guess I’ll just have to suffer myself
Counting my ribs for the thousandth time
Dying on a diet of gruel and grime
They fall down, they don’t rise again
Where the women are trodden and forgotten are men
They’re giving birth to orphans
Black jew glue
The air is old, the comments are cold
I’m covered in lice and scabs and mold
My days are numbered
I’m in a daze
The door creaks open
The whole room prays
Enter the exterminator
Enter the exterminator
Enter the exterminator
Enter the exterminator
Shoulder to shoulder to detonator
Enter the exterminator
Shoulder to shoulder to detonator
Enter the exterminator
Terminate
Terminate
Terminate
Terminate
