Joe Jackson - Tuzla текст песни

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 hes blinking in the sun

Hes drying something in the sun

Ha! its an old tea bag!

Now he rolls it up

Look! he made a cigarette

But hes not gonna smoke it yet

Maybe hes gonna sell it

How much dyou think hell get?

A slice of ham = a long goodbye = 3 days of peace

A bar of soap = a can of oil = 10 years of debt

A pinch of salt = a week of news = 4 double-as

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 wholl teach us not to feel

Look at the guy selling beer

Where the hell did he get it from?

Hes the king of the hill

Hes the bug that survives the bomb

See the smirk on his greasy face

Handing a bottle to the mortal foe

Its 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 = 2 hand grenades

A spade for the grave = four lovely eggs = 3 cigarettes

A stick of gum = some wood for a fire = 2 table legs

A cup of rice = a pint of blood = 1 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 chetniks bed

Look, there on the table

Looks like she did it for a loaf of bread

Shit! shes got a knife!

And hes snoring like a pig

Is he worth more alive or dead?

How much for his boots?

How much for his head?

Though all the days and all the times

We count the coin and stash away the crimes