作词 : VanVliet

Dachau blues, those poor Jews

Dachau blues, those poor Jews

Dachau blues, Dachau blues, those poor Jews

Still crying 'bout the burning back in World War Two's

One mad man, six million lose

Down in Dachau blues, down in Dachau blues

The world can't forget that misery

And the young ones now beggin' the old ones please

To stop bein' madmen

'Fore they have to tell their children

'Bout the burnings back in World War Three's

War One was balls 'n powder 'n blood 'n snow

War Two rained death 'n showers 'n skeletons

Dancin' 'n screaming 'n dying in the ovens

Cough 'n smoke 'n dying by the dozens

Down in Dachau blues

Down in Dachau blues

Sweet little children with doves on their shoulders

Their eyes rolled back in ecstasy, cryin’

Please, old man, stop this misery

They're countin' out the devil

With two fingers on their hands

Begging the Lord don't let the third one land

On World War Three

On World War Three

Mark Boston: "(Sniffs) It – it's attracted a lot of rats,

and uh, they closed the doors, and uh,

they all just shut this 'n that t' rush out the rats, and nothing happened;

they couldn't get the rats to move, see.

So, they get one fella down there, he said uh,

he, he, he – stammered, y' know, and uh,

he get excited, he couldn't talk at all, see.

They get them down there and uh, Walls said,

I'll get them out of there, and he took a stitch 'n

beatin' them, and, tryin' t' get 'em outta there;

they started shooting up in Walls' direction,

and Walls thought he was gonna get killed...