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 old pain Now it's rolled it's way through Vukovar To Banja Luka for Greater Serbia Wave the flag political minority k**ing fields or d**h camps Which will you leave? Washed away by the darkest tide Ethnic cleansing, it's genocide History lessons we don't see Just how blind can we be? It hasn't stopped It just goes on endlessly Xenophobic coward's hate And a quest for selfish gain Keep marching on with the same old pain Ten thousand years we've tripped along No group can keep it's nose clean long My tribe, my church, my prophecy, My bloodthirsty racist policy Name them, frame them, blame and claim them Then round 'em up so we can maim them Washed away by the darkest tide Ethnic cleansing, it's genocide No tyrant performs atrocities alone Who are the creatures that fill the ranks? And gnaw the bones? Inhuman animals or twisted evil freaks? Or does this sickness run deeper than we think? The heart is shadowed And no man sees his well To every soul a fascist undertow On a cross hangs another Jew Only His love can see us thru Six million yellow stars Black american. Prison bars Trail of tears. Lynching trees Manifest Destiny Brown menace from the south Khmer Rouge. Odd man out Green mists dance and climb Zyklon B the end of the line Furnace hums a lullaby Six million God knows why