Joe Jackson
Joe Jackson - Tulza Avarice songtekst
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Vocal (Voice of Forgetfulness) - Dawn Upshaw Vocal (Voice of Cynicism and Greed) - Joe Jackson Other voices by Radio Croatia and the Avatar Rainbow Coalition] Of all the treasure in our chest We love the golden God of War the best (Look, look at that little clown Here, look through the binoculars Someone burned his schoolhouse down And he's blinking in the sun He's drying something in the sun... Ha! It's an old tea bag! Now he rolls it up Look! He made a cigarette But he's not going to smoke it yet Maybe he's gonna sell it How much d'you think he'll get?) A slice of ham, a long goodbye, three days of peace A bar of soap, a can of oil, ten years of debt A pinch of salt, a week of news, 4 double-A's A plastic bag, a place to hide, one sucker bet I got what you want You got what I need Of all the sterling men of steel We crave the one who'll teach us not to feel (Look at the guy selling beer Where the hell does he get it from? He's the King of the Hill He's the bug that survives the bomb See the smirk on his greasy face Handing a bottle to the mortal foe It's not the time to kill Not that he forgets... As he takes a crumpled bill And thinks this is better yet) A pot for the rain, a pair of shoes, two hand grenades A spade for a grave, four lovely eggs, three cigarettes A stick of gum, some wood for a fire, two table legs A cup of rice, a pint of blood, one pound of flesh Line up to buy here Line up to die there (Look, look through that window Looks like your sister there In a Chetnik's bed Look, there on the table Looks like she did it for a loaf of bread Shit! She's got a knife! And he's snoring like a pig Is he worth more alive or dead? How much for his boots? How much for his head?) Through all the days and all the times We count the coin and stash away the crimes