Текст: Manic Street Preachers. The Holy Bible. The Intense Humming Of Evil.

You were what you were
Clean cut, unbecoming
Recreation for the masses
You always mistook fists for flowers

Welcome, welcome soldier smilin'
Funeral march for agony's last edge
6 million screaming souls
Maybe misery, maybe nothing at all

Lives that wouldn't changed a thing
Never counted
Never mattered
Never be

Arbeit macht frei
Transports of invalids
Hartheim castle breathes us in
In block 5 we worship malaria

Lagerstrasse, poplar trees
Beauty lost dignity gone
Rascher surveys us
Butcher bacteria

Welcome, welcome soldier smilin'
Soon infected, nails broken hungers a word
6 million screaming souls
Maybe misery, maybe nothing at all

Lives that wouldn't changed a thing
Never counted
Never mattered
Never be

Drink it away
Every tear is false
Churchill no different
Wish the workers bled to a machine