People Such as These

To begin, to begin, there is the first born

He who is like a melon

He who has a big nose

He who doesn't know his name

Because he drinks a lot

And he's been drunk-- for a long time

Does nothing with ten fingers

He can do no more than that

Completely cooked

Sees himself as king

Drunk every night

On rotgut wine

But you'll find him in the morning

Sleeping in a church

Stiff as a board

White like the dove of Easter

Sitting and stuttering

Bleary eyed

It must be said, sir

People such as these

We do not think

We do not think

We only pray

And then there is another

With carrots in his hair

Who never saw a wig a scamp with ticks

Gives the shirt off his back

To the happy poor

He who married Denise

A girl from the town

Actually from another town

And it's not finished

He does his little business

With his little hat

His little coat, his little car

Wants us to believe, he has style

But he has none at all

We shouldn't play rich

When we don't have the money

It must be said, sir

People such as these

We don't live, sir

We don't live, we trick

And then there are the others

The mother who says nothing

Or spews, anything at all

From evening to morning

From beneath her pretty face

Face like an apostle

And in the wood frame

The mustache of the father

He who died in a fall

He who watches his flock

Graze on their cold soup

He who makes big slurrps

And now we see one of the very old

One who doesn't stop shaking

To whom nobody listens

Though it's she who holds the cash

But nobody listens

To what her poor poor hands say

It must be said, sir

People such as these

We don't speak, sir

People such as these

We just calculate

And then and then

And then there's Frida

Beautiful like the sun

Who loves me the same

Who I love, Frida

Even though we often said

We would own a house

With many windows

And few walls

That we would live there

And it'd be the good life

Of course none of it was sure thing

At best there was a small chance

Because the others didn't want it

'Cause the others didn't want it

The others they talk like this

They say she's too pretty for me

They say I am only good enough

To slit the throats of cats

But I've never killed cats

Or at least if I did, it was long ago

Or maybe I just forgot

Yes, if I did, it's because they stunk

No, in the end they didn't want it

No, in the end they didn't want it

Sometimes when we meet

We act like it's a coincidence

And with teary eyes

She says she'll leave

She says she'll follow me

And for one moment

Only one moment

That's what I believe

Just for one moment

That's what I believe

Because from people such as these

We do not escape

Because from people such as these

We do not escape

I gotta go, I gotta go

I gotta go