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lirik lagu david allan coe - requiem for a harlequin (the beginning & the end)

[1. the beginning 0:00~15:59]

[1(a). in the asphalt jungle 0:00~1:50]

now the bright lights shine
in the asphalt jungle
and gamers are stalking their pray
where crime is king of everything
and the weak are doomed each day
i learned the laws of the asphalt jungle
i also know its code
well i was beating up chumps and rollin’ drunks
when i was 10 years old

the street where i live is shattered with sin
a relative jungle where escape is thin
many survive and many give in
where barefoot children dressed in rags
learn very early the jungle drag
dirty old men that sleep in the halls
and degenerates (write?) on bathroom walls
where shameless women offer no price
and the rats multiply like roaches and lice

[1(b). k!ller coe 1:51~3:22]
i am a product of the asphalt jungle!
as if you didn’t know
my mom named me david allan
but my friends call me k!ller coe
yes i grew up with the help of the state
in them fine industrial schools
i learned how to fight without throwing a punch
and i learned that our police ain’t fools

my education from prison to prison has well recorded my fame
and there’s many people who i’ve frightened to death at the mention of my name
i played in every pool room, knew every sl!ck in town
i’ve drank with every drunkard
and i’ve laughed with every clown
i’ve pimped and played most girls and guys
the dollar was my gold
my skin is white, my eyes are blue
but there’s black blood in my soul

i sang at every honky~tonk
for music is my life
and through it all i’ve had a ball
and never took a wife

[1(c). cesspools of humanity 3:22~4:48]
yes i’m a statistic of the asphalt jungle
where the cesspools of humanity drain
where our women have babies (in outlets?) and streets and never complain of the pain
the junkies who creep through the darkness of night
the small white powder their god
are never again to be free from sin till their bodies return to the sun
for the monkey is strung when your money’s gone
and the man must be paid in advance
to a woman, her body can carry the price
but a man must take a chain

he’ll steal a dime from a blind man’s cup
or steal an old lady’s purse
and the more he can steal, the more he’ll spend
while his habit keeps getting worse

the habit is an evil curse

[1(d). time 4:48~7:22]

alone in a room in the asphalt jungle
i state a (recitation?) of a robbery scheme
wondering if i will ever feel penitence
my mind wandering into dream

(???) adventures sought and yet
as in a daze, i thought
the hand that holds this gun
was once a folded hand in prayer
the time has played a crushing blow
with heartache and despair
oh youth, (with gallant thought you fool???)
too late to change the game
now look around at what you’ve got
where can you cast the blame
the prison?
it’s a playground for you now
our tender years no future hold
no, don’t think of the future
lest you lose your front so bold
or teardrops stain the (dollops?) of your eyes
that by tradition should get hard and cold
think your age will let you change your attitude?
oh foolish youth with gun in hand so rude
nay, only time that steals the bones or numbs the brain
will let you change

for every year you spend behind those steel bars
(the? with?) lovely ladies, fine cars
makes just one more reason why
you have to take another try
the game of catching up is not a drive behind the trembling hand that holds the gun

the asphalt jungle
adherent in (???) has won

oh!

- lirik lagu david allan coe

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