Tulza (Avarice) Lyrics

[Vocal (Voice of Conscience) - Joy Askew
 Vocal (Voice of Forgetfulness) - Dawn Upshaw
 Vocal (Voice of Cynicism and Greed) - Joe Jackson
 Other voices by Radio Croatia and the Avatar Rainbow Coalition]

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 going to smoke it yet
 Maybe he's gonna sell it
 How much d'you think he'll get?)

A slice of ham, a long goodbye, three days of peace
A bar of soap, a can of oil, ten 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 does 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, two hand grenades
A spade for a grave, four lovely eggs, three cigarettes
A stick of gum, some wood for a fire, two table legs
A cup of rice, a pint of blood, one 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?)

Through all the days and all the times
We count the coin and stash away the crimes