Joe Jackson - Tuzla (feat. Vocal: Joy Askew, Vocal: Dawn Upshaw & Radio Croatia And The Avatar Rainbow Coalition) 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 he's blinking in the sunHe's drying something in the sunHa! It's an old tea bag!Now he rolls it upLook! He made a cigaretteBut he's not gonna smoke it yetMaybe he's gonna sell itHow much d'you think he'll 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-A'sA 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 who'll teach us not to feelLook at the guy selling beerWhere the hell did he get it from?He's the King of the HillHe's the bug that survives the bombSee the smirk on his greasy faceHanding a bottle to the mortal foeIt's 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 Chetnik's bedLook, there on the tableLooks like she did it for a loaf of breadShit! She's got a knife!And he's snoring like a pigIs he worth more alive or dead?How much for his boots?How much for his head?Though all the day