Joe Jackson - Tuzla Lyrics
Of all the treasure in our chestWe love the golden God of war the bestLook, look at that little clownHere, look through the binocularsSomeone burned his schoolhouse downAnd hes blinking in the sunHes drying something in the sunHa! its an old tea bag!Now he rolls it upLook! he made a cigaretteBut hes not gonna smoke it yetMaybe hes gonna sell itHow much dyou think hell get?A slice of ham = a long goodbye = 3 days of peaceA bar of soap = a can of oil = 10 years of debtA pinch of salt = a week of news = 4 double-asA plastic bag = a place to hide = one sucker betI got what you wantYou got what I needOf all the sterling men of steelWe crave the one wholl teach us not to feelLook at the guy selling beerWhere the hell did he get it from?Hes the king of the hillHes the bug that survives the bombSee the smirk on his greasy faceHanding a bottle to the mortal foeIts not the time to killNot that he forgets . . .As he takes a crumpled billAnd thinks this is better yetA pot for the rain = a pair of shoes = 2 hand grenadesA spade for the grave = four lovely eggs = 3 cigarettesA stick of gum = some wood for a fire = 2 table legsA cup of rice = a pint of blood = 1 pound of fleshLine up to buy hereLine up to die thereLook, look through that windowLooks like your sister thereIn a chetniks bedLook, there on the tableLooks like she did it for a loaf of breadShit! shes got a knife!And hes snoring like a pigIs he worth more alive or dead?How much for his boots?How much for his head?Though all the days and all the timesWe count the coin and stash away the crimes
