Citizen Of Jazz Songtext
von The World/Inferno Friendship Society

Rapid City, Freetown, New Jersey, Nevada
Wonderfully corrupt, you can buy drugs from the cops if you want to
Theres onnly two possibilities: bravado or bravada
Hope, verity, chastity
Prudence and a poisoner
You′re a barker, thief, a tailor, a boxer, or accountant
Banker, baker, tart, au pair in London or Somalia
I have not a county
I am a citizen of jazz

And it's trouble, trouble, trouble time
And the world is always ending
And the world is never right
Well it′s trouble trouble troubled times
And you're always gonna get drafted
And you're always gonna have to fight!

I′m hanging on to this joke with my fingernails
Got so many good excuses but I mustn′t use any of them
We act with such extravagance, spend ourselves beyond our possessions
We are more beautiful than we think


But seeing you here, in this wilderness
In this world without end
I can't help but know the hopes of love
And our grace that rests on it
And if I′ve lived before this
It was only another flight to infinity
Another chance to transform

And it's trouble, trouble, trouble time
And the world is always ending
And the world is never right
Well it′s trouble trouble troubled times
And you're always gonna get drafted
And you′re always gonna have to fight!


Oh man it's trouble, trouble, trouble time
And I think you're gonna get drafted
Do you think you′re gonna have to fight?
Well it′s trouble trouble troubled times
Wake up, stand up, take your rights and fight
Trouble, trouble, trouble time
And the world is always ending
And the world is never right
Well it's trouble trouble troubled times
And you′re always gonna get drafted and you're always gonna have to
Always gonna have to
Always gonna have to
Always gonna have to
Always gonna have to fight!