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Roll a gasper
The guard said he could stay alive
But he shoveled and burned his friends to die
People to die, oh the gate read:
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In her rollers
And a gasper
She's cleaning the steps in a mean street
Where no policemen walk the beat
Her old man, he don't like blacks or queers
Yet he's proud we beat the Nazis
How queer

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