Ich kenne da einiges, was mir nahe geht.
I have my books
and my poetry to protect me
Asking only workman’s wages
I come lookin‘ for a job but I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores on 7th Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there, la la la la la la la
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Contre la guerre ...and everybody’s shouting “Which Side Are You On?”