|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 gonna smoke it yet
|Maybe he's gonna sell it
|How much d'you think he'll 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-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 did 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 = 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 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?
|Though all the days and all the times
|We count the coin and stash away the crimes