Текст песни
Listen, brother!
Everything
Is only
Just
Beginning!!!
Your number — zero
Your home — the dock
The foreman’s shadow —
Your personal shock
Twelve hours working —
Few cents in the pocket
The boss is a jerk
The world’s out of socket
Steam from your lungs
Grease on your hands
The clock on the wall
Just rusts where it stands
You didn't sleep
You drank all the poison
But your guitar strings
Are making a noise, man!
In your left pocket, right next to your heart
Scrawled on a napkin — your piece of art!
Broke today, but tomorrow a king!
Don’t you forget where you learned how to sing!
You weren't alone in the dirt and the snow
With your Dachshund-limo ready to go!
For some high-class fleas
That Dachshund is waiting
He’s there by the door
He won't betray you
He loves you for sure
Unless you turn out to be a jerk
You’ve seen the concrete
The lines and the cage
But tonight, boy
You’re taking the stage!
This is your paycheck!
For the sweat and the tears!
For the rusted steel
And the wasted years!
For the whispers at night
For the gas that you burned!
Look at the street —
It’s the ride that you earned!
No crystal glasses
No fancy champagne
Just you and your Dachshund
It was not in vain!
In your left pocket, right next to your heart
Scrawled on a napkin — your piece of art!
Broke today, but tomorrow a king!
Don’t you forget where you learned how to sing!
You weren't alone in the dirt and the snow
With your Dachshund-limo ready to go!
For some high-class fleas
That Dachshund is waiting
He’s there by the door
He won't betray you
He loves you for sure
Unless you turn out to be a jerk
Waiting outside
Is your loyal escort —
A long black Dachshund
Of the shortest sort
A shadow on paws
Like a ghost in the street
You share every day
And the cold and the heat
Fleas in the cabin?
Well, give 'em a ride!
He was the only one
There by your side
Writing the hits
On a scrap of a paper
While the whole world
Is turning to vapor
In your left pocket, right next to your heart
Scrawled on a napkin — your piece of art!
Broke today, but tomorrow a king!
Don’t you forget where you learned how to sing!
You weren't alone in the dirt and the snow
With your Dachshund-limo ready to go!
The driver in the cap
Looks down at the Dachshund —
At those long black ears
And the belly on the ground
Where to, Mr. Star?
As the neon turns on
But you just say
Hold it, champion
Right 'round the corner
Where the diner is stinking
We’ll sit at one table
No more of this thinking
Now the bowls are not empty
The dream wasn't fake
Simple fast-food sausages —
The best damn steak
This is your paycheck
And you just
Cashed it in
In your left pocket, right next to your heart
Scrawled on a napkin — your piece of art!
Broke today, but tomorrow a king!
Don’t you forget where you learned how to sing!
You weren't alone in the dirt and the snow
With your Dachshund-limo ready to go!
Cashed it in
For some high-class fleas
That Dachshund is waiting
He’s there by the door
He won't betray you
He loves you for sure
Unless you turn out to be a jerk
