Libertines. The Libertines. Arbeit Macht Frei. Zeneszám

Roll a gasper
The guard said he could stay alive
But he has to shovel and burn his friends to die
People do die and on the gate read
'Arbeit macht frei'

In her rollers and a gasper
She's cleaning the steps in the mean street
Where no policeman walks the beat
Her old man, he don't like blacks or queers
Yet he's proud he beat the Nazis, how queer?

Arbeit macht frei
Arbeit macht frei
Arbeit macht frei