pay for the piano þarký sözü

people my people -- the cat in the steeple --
and everyone here i need your ear so be cool for a few
i feel a funny emotion, a negative notion
a tear in the air, an unseen stare, if i´m wrong then i´m wrong
what i say?

senors and senoras -- they cannot ignore us --
we know that they know the score, it´s there at the core --always been
and we could give it up all nice, or put it on cold ice
while that could suffice i give these dreams up in hell -- ring a bell --
what i say?

somebody´s got to pay for the piano
somebody´s got to make sure we honor everyone
i know if we can forfeit all our sorrow, it may as well be us

people my people, supreme to my equal
say not a word i know you´re tired so am i, i could cry
you know you knew it would be hard to play such a bad card
lower your guard to unseen harm ´cos you´re scarred, i can see
and the people that need you say the couldn´t read you
you plant ´em a seed they claim they loved all the weeds
so you flee -- what i say?

so people my people -- the cat in the steeple --
and everyone here i know your fear like a friend -- i contend --
commandos commandettes, it wasn´t a sure bet
but nothing good was and what should or could be does what it can

it´s a quiet and sad choice you hear in your own voice
i know what i´d like and i can´t say anymore: je t´adore
so break it down...