It was murder in triplicate
It was murder most humane
Gypsies, Jews, criminals, the lame
Gays, communists, the insane
From those who were higher than he
He had his orders to obey
Commanded by Hierarchy
He did his best, proud to say
Satan's saint of the modern age
No passion, no violence, no rage
On progressive lines he did proceed
Servants of the cancerous State
His children decide our fate
Moral, blameless, they do as decreed
