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..."
编辑于2023/05/11更新