Asbestoswear by Fred Small: A Fanny Pack

Complete with a harmonica

You can drink the lies of paradise
While the books on the shelves disappear
You can make a comfortable living
You can swear it can't happen here
And maybe they'll come for the unionists
And maybe they'll come for the Jews
And maybe they'll come for the heretics
But they'll never come for you
When you hear the step in the hallway
When you taste the iron fear
Don't you go shouting out for justice
'Cause there's be no one left to hear

--Fred Small