Vacationist League: Music

In a worn-out train car
I read my eyes sore
drink a beer and fall asleep.
In my dream--
a phone rings, voice sings,
“Meet you at the station!”

Leaving Oswiecim,
gonna live it up in Praha.
Leaving Oswiecim,
gonna live it up in Pra-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.
Leaving Oswiecim.
Leaving Oswiecim.
Leaving Oswiecim, gonna live it up in Prague!

We must never forget
the evil that men do...
But it’s also true,
we’re capable of beauty, too.
“Meet you at the station!”

Leaving Oswiecim...