Why rid the earth of filth when the filth was you

you took over in Germany when they had no idea what to do

You led them to dismay, you took our rights away

you told them that because we were different we were wrong

to our death sentence we march on

you tore through our houses, smashed the windows of our store,

but to my heart I rid the pain because the sight of you is no more

you told the people because we were different, we were wrong

to our death sentence we march on,

onto the trains we were shoved

being seperated from our blood

the ones we loved

we arrived at the camp, the sight of scare,

there we were tattooed, yanked, and ripped of our hair

we worked to death, and to death we were worked

and even at times when I needed to stop I couldn't even though it hurt

you told the people because we were different, we were wrong

to our death sentence we march on

even though I was very tired, and wished to sleep at night

I couldnt get in a single rest due to coldness and fright

we weren't fed much so I was pale and thin

I cried on the inside, hoping not to give in

you told the people, because we were different we were wrong

to our death sentence we march on

I saw the building with smoke about

I heard a scream of pain cry out

that there is a crematorium where people are burned

my heart sank into my shoes as a new pain I earned

I walked past the execution wall where the people were shot

as they laughed saying they deserved what they got

I walked among the gallows where the people were hung to their death

as I touched the ropes hoping in peace they will rest

you told the people because they were different they were wrong

to our death sentence we march on

the next horror I passed were the chambers filled with gas

as it filled the innocence lungs

I know they wouldn't last

I wished to leave this place, escape

to run through the barbed wire at the top of the gate

it wasn't Germany I was furious with

it is Hitler I hate

you told the people because we were different we were wrong

to our death sentence we march on

you thought you were successful, that you had reached total fame,

but it was us who wereblessed when the Americans came

this is the story of the little Polish girl

who once lived in a place called the prejudice world