Six million next of kin
Ghost pale, bone thin
Six million yellow stars
Holiday in cattle cars
Tattoo blue, no more name
A different number, but the same pain
Fifty years we've tripped along
Auschwitz sings their fading song
Ashes, chimney, black and white
Screams witness their lonely night
Swastikas grace American walls
A familiar hold in which man crawls
No perestroika for the chosen few
It's a scapegoat for the Soviet Jews
Shave and shorn for the coats you wear
Naked soul and body bare
Green mist, dance and climb
Cyclon B is the end of the line
The furnace hums a lullaby
Six million, God knows why
Fifty years we tripped along
Some now say they are not gone
We made them up six million lies
Along with mothers' lonely cries
The swastika will drag you down
Into depths until you drown
On the cross hangs another Jew
Only His mercy can lead us through