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Masquerader
03:43
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Faithful to the guidelines
Their greed always provided
No house for the evicted
No room for improvising
Working at the service
Of their blinded course of action
No matter how we live and
No matter if we die ‘cause
The theories you follow
Will justify your movements
Chicago’s on your mind
And your heart is where your gold is
The home of the governors
The fort of the mischievous
The land in which you sold
The ideals your parents taught you
Sway and cynicism
Mocking tortfeasors
Swindling the poor
Just a fraud
Bloody trap
Deeper pit where we're to fall
Masquerader
Fake heir
Unscrupulous invader
Dwelling in a lawless reign
Where our judges are your servants
Oh please
How could I join this band of trickery
Misfortune ain’t no hold
On this old man so experienced
You envy the deceitful’s
Prosperity and standing
Regret is inadmissible
Your words will be misleading
A new case on the papers
A new justification
You better close your eyes
And believe this explanation
The birthplace of your treason
The cradle of sadism
The tomb of all the words
That your parents used to teach you
Sway and cynicism
Mocking tortfeasors
Swindling the poor
Just a fraud
Bloody trap
Deeper pit where we're to fall
Masquerader
Fake heir
Unscrupulous invader
Better think of what you do
‘Cause you’ll leave sooner or later
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2. |
Be Ready To Crawl
03:08
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Be ready to crawl
Once you have learnt to walk
They’ll wreck every ship
Loot your stores
Learn how to swim
If you don’t want to get drowned
No longer today
Tomorrow already seized
The rights you once had
They all are left behind
Falsehood in nice disguise
Pirates in suit and tie
They’re repressing and pressuring
Strangling, destructing
Erasing and hiding
Deriding, they say
‘My friend, this is for your own good’
How can it be?
Whitewashed kind of tombs
You better shut up
Unless you wanna join the club
There’s always a price
And freedom will cost your life
Old rusty cage where I’m locked
Home for the thrown overboard
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3. |
The Gambler Song
03:14
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Hello, hello, it’s been so long
The game has just started
But my timing is wrong
Hello, hello, descended so low
A stroke of luck to save me
That I cannot afford
Gambling with my odds
Getting weary, full of pity
I betrayed my own folks
Like a shadow, wandering spirit
That night you told me ‘Darling
You better watch your back’
Was proud, my ears were despising
And now I can barely stand
Hello, hello, it’s been so long
The train already left
I didn’t hear any call
Hello, hello, the chance is remote
My cards are on the table
But my pieces at home
Uncle Bob used to warn me
Ain’t no win with a losing hand
My assurance was totally groundless
And my bets were disproportionately high
Found myself down in the alley
At the back of an old bawdyhouse
My clothes stained by my dry blood
And my bones broken by the ones that I loved
Hello, hello, it’s been so long
The lesson’s been abrupt
But the recovery slow
Hello, hello, destruction and loss
The ones I called my friends
Revealed themselves as my foes
Hello, hello, it’s been so long
Was looking for asylum
But the help didn’t come
Hello, hello, I’m desperate now
I’m sitting at your table
With a gun in my coat
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4. |
Monday In Town
04:30
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I’ve loved these days
It’s been a nice and restful weekend
But then it's Sunday night
And I'm getting (I’m getting) sick again
On Monday morning
They'll ruin my life, they'll sink my self-esteem
They'll kill my prospects and identity
Feel I'm dying silently
Void and beaten soul lost in grief and sorrow
Weak and blind, fearful lonesome child
Got no hope, find no alleviation
I'm falling down
Monday in town
I'm back in school
No longer confident
To overcome these circumstances
I get no answer
And I can see no way out
Someone out there
A saving hand that I can hold on to
Someone I can rely on
And who brings me (who brings me) back to life
Void and beaten soul lost in grief and sorrow
Weak and blind, fearful lonesome child
Got no hope, find no alleviation
I'm falling down
Monday in town
I'm back in school
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5. |
Streets Of Krakow
03:42
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Lengthy working days but big smile on my face
Different language that I quickly had to learn
Life ain't easy when treated second-class
Just a foreigner with a king's spirit
Feeling weary, need to rest
It'd be great to reach my place
It would help me focus and
Give me back my old strength
What I want, what I need, what I long
Is to go back to Kraków
Where the warmth that I find in my folks
Can dispel every shadow
Take the tram downtown
'Na Kazimierzu' we meet
Lovely Kasia, so bad did I miss
See you walk in the
Beautiful streets of Kraków
Silver cross on my chest that reminds me of my name
Nothing is for free, you will have to fight for it
Miss my old hometown and my people there
But I got a reason here and I'll keep on striving
But my genes are red and white
Need to go back for a while
To my place to fill my heart
To my roots to stay alive
What I want, what I need, what I long
Is to go back to Kraków
Where the warmth that I find in my folks
Can dispel every shadow
Floriańska, Grodzka, many places to be
My good friends, so bad did I miss
See you walk in the
Beautiful streets of Kraków
What I want, what I need, what I long
Is to go back to Kraków
Where the warmth that I find in my folks
Can dispel every shadow
Go to Main Square and then remember old days
Tata's holding my mama's hand
Walking by through the
Beautiful streets of Kraków
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