The Klezmatics - Ilsa Koch lyrics

I'm here in Buchenwald My number's on my skin Old Ilsa Koch is here The prisoners walk the grounds The hounds have k**ed a girl The guards have shot a man Some more have starved to d**h Here comes the prisoner's car They dump them in the pen They load them down the schute The trooper cracks their skulls He steals their teeth of gold He shoves them on the belt He swings that furnace door He slides their corpses in I see the chimney smoke I see their ashes hauled I see their bones in piles Lamp shades are made from skins I'm choking on the smoke The stink is k**ing me Old Ilsy Koch was jailed Old Ilsy Koch went free I've got to hush my song Here comes the super man I'll see you later on I've got to duck and run