The Last Train, Part Ii

Out of all of us my best friend Came to an inglorious, untimely ugly end We were digging holes inside a cave But what he didn’t know was that he was digging his own grave When it was finally time to go to bed He turned around and a Nazi shot him in the head He fell into the hole he had just dug And the Nazi covered him up with an old dirty rug They poured gasoline on him and set him afire That was to become my friends funeral pyre We were made to stand there and watch him burn And the Nazi said, "This is your lesson to learn” That night we all went to bed Full of sadness, fear and dread What happened that night really gave us a fright Nothing was ever going to be alright At night I see the ghosts of the lost During the day I see the price that it cost The Nazis have no religion or conscience They only believe in killing and science Later that day, a Nazi came with something he made It was a very awful ugly lamp shade On one side of the shade was something I knew It was one of my dead friend’s tattoos! Of the unfortunate unlucky dead The Nazis were shrinking heads! And they were making all kinds of things Out of the prisoners, their gold teeth and rings One night so cold I was watching my frozen breath The Nazis came and took me away to see Dr. Death He said he was going to give me a shot and it would do no harm He rolled up my sleeve and stuck a needle in my arm That was after Christmas in 1944 late December And from that moment on nothing I remember An American soldier told me that when he found me I was walking around the prison yard like a lifeless zombie Now it’s early May 1945 And somehow I am still alive It’s amazing that I am not insane The last survivor of the last train To understand the holocaust You must understand all it cost In this camp it cost the lives of over a million Of innocent men, women and children Now we speak of all the lives lost In the past tense It all really comes down to the cost Of all the dead and the presence of absence Against all of humanity there leaves a void A hideous heinous crime So many promising lives destroyed In one short period of time Lives that were vital and present All became past tense And we can still feel and resent Their absence of presence