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Текст песни Neil Young - Sixty to Zero

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All the champs and the heroesThey got a price to payThey go from sixty to zeroIn the split of a hairThey see the face in the windowThey feel a shadow out thereTheyve got the places they can goTheyve got the people who stareTheyve got to walk in their shoesTheyve got to see what they seeTheyve got the people around themGetting too much for freeAll the pimps and the dealersAll the food they can eatAll the screamers and squealersWhen they walk down the streetYeah.Hes just a rich old manHe never cared for anyoneHe likes to count his possessionsHes been a miser from penny oneHe never cared for his childrenNever cared for his wifeNever made anyone happyThats the way he lived his lifeAnd one day in the sunshineHe got a bolt from the blueUnloaded all of his possessionsSold his investments tooAnd now he lives with the homelessOwns 900 hospital bedsHe prefers to remain namelessIts publicity he dreadsYeah.Theres a judge in the cityHe goes to work every daySpends his life in the courthouseKeeps his perspective that wayBut I respect his decisionHes got a lot on his mindHes pretty good with the gavelA little heavy on the finesOne day there was this minstrelWho came to court on a chargeThat he blew someones head offBecause his amp was too largeAnd the song he was singinWas not for love but for cashWell, the judge waived the chargesHe fingered his mustacheYeah.Well, theres a clown in a carnivalHe rode a painted horseHe came from somewhere out westHe was very funny of courseBut that is not what I noticedIt was the incredible forceWith which he held his audienceWhile he rode on his horseHis jokes were not that off-colorHis smile was not that sincereHis show was that not that sensationalReasons for success were not clearBut he still made big moneyOne day the circus was hisNow hes married to the acrobatAnd theyre training their kidsYeah.Now the jailhouse was emptyAll the criminals were goneThe gate was left wide openAnd a buck and fawnWere eating grass in the courtyardWhen the warden walked inAnd took a rifle from the prison guardAnd said to him with a grinTo shoot those deer would be stupid, sirWe already got em right hereWhy not just lock the gates and keep themWith intimidation and fear? But the warden pulled the triggerAnd those deer hit the groundHe said nobodyll know the differenceAnd they both looked around.Yeah.Well, the cop made the showdownHe was sure he was rightHe had all of the lowdownFrom the bank heist last nightHis best friend was a robberAnd his wife was a thiefAll the children were murderersThey couldnt get no reliefThe bungalow was surroundedWhen a voice loud and clearCome out with your hands upOr were gonna blow you out of hereThere was a face in the windowTv cameras rolledAnd they cut to the announcerAnd the story was told.Yeah.Well, the artist looked at the producerThe producer sat backHe said what we have got hereIs a pretty good trackBut we dont have a vocalAnd we still dont have a songIf we could get this thing accomplishedNothin else could go wrongSo he balanced the ashtrayAnd he picked up the phoneAnd said send me a songwriterWhos drifted far from homeAnd make sure that hes hungryAnd make sure hes aloneAnd send me a cheeseburgerAnd a new rolling stoneYeah.Well, the sioux and dakotaThey lost all of their landAnd now a basketball playerIs trying to lend them a handMaybe someday hell be presidentHes quite a popular manBut now the chief has reservationsAnd the white man has plansTheres opposition in congressThe bill is up against cashTheres really no way of predictingIf it will fly or it will crashBut thats the nature of politicsThats the name of the gameThats how it looks in the tepeeBig winds are blowing againYeah.Theres still crime in the citySaid the cop on the beatI dont know if I can stop itI feel like meat on the streetThey paint my car like a targetI take my orders from foolsMeanwhile some kid blows my head offWell, I play by their rulesSo now Im doing it my wayI took the law in my own handsHere I am in the alleywayA wad of cash in my pantsI get paid by a ten year oldHe says he looks up to meTheres still crime in the cityBut its good to be freeYeah.Now I come from a familyThat has a broken homeSometimes I talk to my daddyOn the telephoneWhen he says that he loves meI know that he doesBut I wish I could see himWish I knew where he wasBut thats the way all my friends areExcept maybe one or twoWish I could see him this weekendWish I could walk in his shoesBut now Im doin my own thingSometimes Im good, then Im badAlthough my home has been brokenIts the best home I ever hadYeah.Well, I keep getting youngerMy lifes been funny that wayBefore I ever learned to talkI forgot what to sayI sassed back to my mummyI sassed back to my teacherI got thrown out of sunday schoolFor throwin bibles at the preacherThen I grew up to be a firemanI put out every fire in townPut out everything smokingBut when I put the hose downThe judge sent me to prisonGave me life without paroleWish I never put the hose downWish I never got old.

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