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Misery's the River of the World 'Blood Money' 2002 |
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| The higher that the monkey can climb The more he shows his tail Call no man happy 'til he dies There's no milk at the bottom of the pail God builds a church The devil builds a chapel Like the thistles that are growing 'Round the trunk of a tree All the good in the world You can put inside a thimble And still have room for you and me If there's one thing you can say about Mankind There's nothing kind about man You can drive out nature with a pitch fork But it always comes roaring back again Misery's the river of the world Misery's the river of the world Misery's the river of the world The higher that the monkey can climb The more he shows his tail Call no man happy till he dies There's no milk at the bottom of the pail God tempers all the winds For the new shorn lambs The devil knows the bible Llike the back of his hand All the good in the world You can put inside a thimble And still have room for you and me If there's one thing you can say about Mankind There's nothing kind about man You can drive out nature with a pitch fork But it always comes roaring back again For want of a bird The sky was lost For want of a nail A shoe was lost For want of a life A knife was lost For want of a toy A child was lost And misery's the river of the world Misery's the river of the world Everybody row, everybody row Misery's the river of the world Misery's the river of the world |
Чем прямей обезьяна стоит Тем виднее хвост у нее Счастья нет на земле, пока жив Дохлебаешь до дна – не найдешь ничего Бог строит церковь А черт – колокольню Так колючки растут Возле стройной сосны Все добро на земле Уместится в наперсток Да сверху еще поместимся мы Если чем мир людей и известен Это тем, что мира в нем нет Выжигай суть каленым железом Но она всегда огрызнется в ответ Мир плывет по океану бед Мир плывет по океану бед Мир плывет по океану бед Чем прямей обезьяна стоит Тем виднее хвост у нее Счастья нет на земле, пока жив Дохлебаешь до дна – не найдешь ничего Бог агнцев кротких От бури укрыл А черт до конца «Отче наш» сочинил Все добро на земле Уместится в наперсток Да сверху еще поместимся мы Если чем мир людей и известен Это тем, что мира в нем нет Выжигай суть каленым железом Но она всегда огрызнется в ответ За птицей бежать – небеса потерять За гвоздем нагнуться – ботинок отдать За жизнь ухватиться – нож потерять За игрушкой тянуться – ребенка отдать Мир плывет по океану бед Мир плывет по океану бед Налегай-давай, налегай-давай Мир плывет по океану бед Мир плывет по океану бед… |
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God's Away on Business 'Blood Money' 2002 |
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I'd sell your heart to the junkman baby |
Загоню твое сердце старьевщику, парень, |
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Mr. Siegel 'Heartattack & Vine' 1980 |
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| I spent all my money Iin a mexican whorehouse, Aacross the street from a catholic church, And then I wiped off my revolver, And I buttoned up my burgundy shirt, I shot the morning in the back, With my red wings on, I told the sun he'd better go back down, And if i can find a book of matches, I'm goin' to burn this hotel down. You got to tell me brave captain, Why are the wicked so strong, Hhow do the angels get to sleep, When the devil leaves the porchlight on. Well I dropped thirty grand On the nugget slots, I had to sell my ass on Fremont Street, And the drummer said there's sanctuary, Over at the Bagdad room And now it's one for the money, Two for the show, Three to get ready, and go man go, I said tell me Mr. Siegel, How do I get out of here. Well Willard's knocked out On a bottle of heat, Drivin' dangerous curves Across the dirty sheets, He said man you ought to see her, When her parents are gone, Man you ought to hear her When the siren's on. You got to tell me brave captain, Why are the wicked so strong, How do the angels get to sleep, When the devil leaves the porchlight on. Don't you know that ain't no broken bottle, That i picked up in my headlights, On the other side of the Nevada line, Where they live hard die young, And have a good lookin' corpse every time, Well the pit-boss said i should keep movin', Tthis is where you go when you die, And so i shot a black beauty, And i kissed her right between the eyes. Well Willard's knocked out On a bottle of heat, Drivin' dangerous curves Across the dirty sheets, He said when the bitch is wound up, And her parents are gone, Man you ought to hear her With the siren on. You got to tell me brave captain, Why are the wicked so strong, How do the angels get to sleep, When the devil leaves the porchlight on. |
Я все деньги спустил |
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