Dirt – Baby Jail – letras

There’s a body lying in the streetIt’s lying there almost a weekThere’s a body in the streetThe dead rest of a human beingDirt made by othersDirt made by othersThere’s a body in the streetIt seems to be forgotten hereThere’s a body in the streetNot of a Kind I’d like to meetDirt made by others, it’s not my job!Dirt made by others, I won’t clean it up!There’s a body in the SihlDrifted down from RapperswilA peaceful body, it won’t crawlThat’s not my buisness, mot at all!Dirt made by others, it’s not my job!Dirt made by others, I won’t clean it up!There’s a body on your seatIt’s sitting there where you have beenYou are so quiet, don’t say a wordWell I won’t tidy up your dirtDirt made by others, it’s not my job!Dirt made by others, I won’t clean it up!Dirt made by others, it’s not my job!Dirt made by others, I won’t clean it up!