(((Survivors)))

My name is Irene Zisblatt and I come from Hungary

Can you believe what evil Nazi bastards did to me

They gassed me once, gassed me twice,

But escape I did

Over the electric fence

Landed on the train

I saw them taking babies and tearing them in two

And creepy Dr Mengele he removed my tattoo

They tried to turn my brown eyes blue

Make lampshades from my skin

For months I swallowed diamonds

And shat them out again

Tell us another

Come on, my brother

Repeat the cover

For tribal gain

Safe in our tower

Now is the hour

Money and power

We have no shame

Let's lie and cheat on film

No one suspects a thing

Bigger the lie is better for us!

Every fake survivor

Every fake survivor's laughing

Fake survivors' tongues are wagging

All us frauds are busy blagging

Spin and yarn there'll be no gagging

You shall pay

All the way

Every night and day!

My name is Elie Wiesel may I show you my tattoo

I wrote a book for US kids to study while at school

It's full of nonsense tales of course

What do you all expect

But it made me very wealthy

As a liar I'm the best

At Auschwitz they burned

babies tho the water table's high

Fred Leuchter's work on ditches well it almost made me cry

Treblinka was a another one

There was no funeral pyre

I cannot speak Hungarian

But oh boy can I lie

History repeats itself

No limit to our wealth

Thanks to your debt we're

Bleeding you dry

We control your media

Control of your books and TV

With the daily lies we feed you

Suffering victimisation

Sheeple have no realisation

You shall pay...

My name is Otto Frank and my daughter's name is Anne

The poor girl died of typhus at Bergen-Belsen camp

She wrote an introduction

To her famous diary

The rest was penned by Levin then publish`ed by me

Two thousand and sixteen the copyright came to an end

The Anne Frank trust decided once again the rules to bend

We truly had no choice although

The whole thing really stank

But the book now has two authors

Anne and Otto Frank.

Bank notes let's print some more

We love to see you poor

Let's start a war

Our pockets to line

There is no more doubting

Every nations debt is mounting

While the bankers keep on counting

Pension fund has now gone awol

Nothing left upon your table

You shall pay..