Call from the Grave

Lyrics
[MACHEATH] Hark to the voice that's calling you to weep Macheath lies here, not under open sky Not under treetops, no, but good and deep Fate struck him down in outraged majesty God grant his dying words may reach a friend The thickest walls encompass him about Is none of you concerned to know his fate? Once he is gone the bottles can come out But do stand by him while it's not too late Do you want his punishment to have no end? Come here and see the shitty state he's in This really is what people mean by bust You who sеt up the dirty cash you win As just about the only god you'll trust Don't stand and watch him slipping round the bеnd! Go to the Queen and say that her subjects need her Go in a group and tell her of his trouble Like pigs all following behind their leader Say that his teeth are wearing down to rubble Do you want his punishment to have no end?
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Credits
- Writers
- Kurt Weill
- Bertolt Brecht
- Ralph Manheim
- John Willett