First Threepenny Finale

Lyrics
[POLLY] Am I reaching for the sky? All I'm asking from this place is To enjoy a man's embraces Is that aiming much too high? Is that aiming much too high? [PEACHUM] Man has a right, in this our brief existence To call some fleeting happiness his own Partake of worldly pleasures and subsistence And have bread on his table rather than a stone Such are the basic rights of man's existence But do we know of anything suggesting That man enjoys his basic rights or no? To have one's rights would be most interesting But in our present state this can't be so [MRS. PEACHUM] How I want what's best for you How I'd deal you all the aces Show you things and take you places As a mother likes to do As a mother likes to do [PEACHUM] Let's practice goodness: who would disagree? Let's give our wealth away: is that not right? Once men are good God's Kingdom is at hand Where blissfully we'll bask in His pure light Let's practice goodness: who would disagree? But sadly on this planet while we're waiting The means are meager and the morals low To get one's record straight would be elating But in our present state this can't be so [POLLY & MRS. PEACHUM] And that is all there is to it The world is poor, and man's a shit [PEACHUM] Of course that's all there is to it The world is poor, and man's a shit Who wouldn't want an earthly paradise? But our condition's such it can't arise Out of the question in our case Let's say your brother's close to you But there's not food enough for two He'll kick you smartly in the face And so will all the human race Let's say your wife if close to you But finds you're barely making do She'll kick you smartly in the face And so will all the human race Let's say your son is close to you But finds your pension's not come through He'll kick you smartly in the face And so will all the human race [POLLY & MRS. PEACHUM] That's what you're all ignoring That's what's so bloody boring The world is poor and man's a shit And that is all there is to it [PEACHUM] Of course that's all there is to it The world is poor, and man's a shit We should aim high instead of low But in our present state this can't be so We should aim high instead of low But in our present state this can't be so [POLLY, PEACHUM & MRS. PEACHUM] Which means He has us in a trap The whole damn thing's a load of crap [PEACHUM] The world is poor and man's a shit And that is all there is to it [POLLY, PEACHUM & MRS. PEACHUM] That's what you're all ignoring That's what's so bloody boring That's why He got us in a trap And why it's all a load of crap
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Credits
- Writers
- Kurt Weill
- Bertolt Brecht
- Ralph Manheim
- John Willett