Pablopavo - Jurek Mech

Jurek Mech had this tough luck
That he ate for three
And since he liked to drink too
He often turned into a stone
Jurek Mech had this tough luck
that he lied down where
Where he never ever should’ve lied down

And the day started as lovely as some series
They brought to him four tons of cut coal
Dropped out of the right shipment
He’ll heat the wholesaler's for free, he’ll take Jolka to a resort

Sa...Saved
Sto... Stolen
Sa...Saved
Za za za za za bum bum

So he left the trusted under-aged
In the firm, and he’s starting a swing
He’s taking a cab, he’s aiming for a reset
Booming "go!" sounds in the cab
The first hour, and he’s in Szwejk
Washing down pork knuckle with beer he can see
A buddy, that’s waving his hand as big as a pork chop moon
Vodka will flow, time to relax and lose some cash

Jurek Mech had this tough luck
That he ate for three
And since he liked to drink too
He often turned into a stone
Jurek Mech had this tough luck
that he lied down where
Where he never ever should’ve lied down

So they took half a litter of lie for this bloody rain
They talked about things, that I get, and you know
When the sun set, it stopped raining,
Jurek swung out of the joint to check out the city
In a pace as sure as fraud and taxes
He went to Mariott to pick up some easy girl
She went with him, eagerly, a blond that didn’t
Mind a wasted guy
He rather couldn’t, also not a pill
You know, a year after a heart attack
They parted ways as friends, cause he had a wallet
As vast as her meter wanted to
She only told behind him with laughter "ciao
ciao ciao bambino"

Jurek Mech had this tough luck
That he ate for three
And since he liked to drink too
He often turned into a stone
Jurek Mech had this tough luck
that he lied down where
Where he never ever should’ve lied down

So to finish up a few shots by the station
Suddenly he’s heart is saying "look for a bed brother"
Quick look around, o! There is a park
And a beautiful bench, to put a tired head on
Jerzy’s lying down by a tower
And the tower is “Pałac Kultury
i Nauki”, building without a name now
Some men stand by him, and none of them an angel
And everyone a guardian of order (police)
So a wake up in a drunk tank (detoxification detention centre), among damned bodies and souls
At the exit empty purse, lilac-pink eye in a mirror
Emptiness in the head, pieced together out of razor blades
Wife at the horizon and morning squeaks of trams
If I were to summarise this city now
Only mascarons (monsters) and rzygulce (vomiting stone figures) would stay
Mascarons and rzygulce
Mascarons and rzygulce


This is Jurek Mech
He’s got no luck
This is Jurek Mech x2