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  • Текст песни De Amsterdam Klezmer Band - A Chassid in Amsterdam

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    Broken glass everywhere
    People pissing on the stairs, you know they just don't care
    I can't take the smell, I can't take the noise no more
    Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
    Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
    Junkies in the alley with the baseball bat
    I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far
    Cause a man with a tow-truck repossessed my car

    Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge
    I'm trying not to lose my head, ah huh-huh-huh

    It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
    How I keep from going under
    It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
    How I keep from going under

    Standing on the front stoop, hangin' out the window
    Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow
    Crazy lady livin' in a bag
    Eating out of garbage pails, used to be a fag-hag
    Said she danced the tango, skipped the light fandango
    The Zircon Princess seemed to lost her senses
    Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps
    So she can tell the stories to the girls back home

    Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge
    I'm trying not to lose my head, ah huh-huh-huh

    It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
    How I keep from going under
    It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
    How I keep from going under

    A child is born with no state of mind
    Blind to the ways of mankind
    God is smiling on you but he's frowning too
    Because only God knows what you'll go through
    You'll grow in the ghetto, living second rate
    And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
    The places you're playin', where you stay
    Looks like one great big alley way
    You'll admire all the number book takers
    Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers
    Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
    And you wanna grow up to be just like them, huh,
    Smugglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers
    Pickpockets, peddlers even panhandlers
    You say: "I'm cool, I'm no fool!"
    But then you wind up dropping out of high school
    Now you're unemployed, all non-void
    Walking 'round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
    Turned stickup kid, look what you've done did
    Got sent up for a eight year bid
    Now your manhood is took and you're a may tag
    Spend the next two years as a undercover fag
    Being used and abused to serve like hell
    Till one day you was found hung dead in a cell
    It was plain to see that your life was lost
    You was cold and your body swung back and forth
    But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
    Of how you lived so fast and died so young

    Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
    I'm trying not to lose my head
    It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from going under
    It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from going under

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