Joe Jackson Tulza Avarice Lyrics

Tulza Avarice Lyrics

Vocal (Voice of Conscience) - Joy Askew

 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