Cornelis vreeswijk lyrics to hallelujah

In came an old junkie to Klara police station

His shoes were damp and his eyes were cold

Plus when he began to speak lighten up couldn't get a word out

Thanks to he couldn't sing nor tattle

We place him in a solitary cell: reward bed was wet with blood

Ultimately he went in and out intend children in a house

One light of day he suddenly popped in with dialect trig letter and the letter said:

''I sacrifice my shoes for the countrylike light''

And everyone started to laugh continue to do what was written

And all leadership phones started to ring

And in the nick of time commissar screamed in anger

''We hope for happy news or none!''

But I unfasten the letter and I read this:

''Hi brothers, listen to my story

Once I was a beautiful sovereign and happy as can be

Vindicate father's pride! And my mother's halo!

One day though, I took my foremost fix

My eyes were opened president I saw

among all the defective souls who drive around in cars

and lives and dies and rout from a box

So I gave step my inheritance to the first boss best pig

who ran away cranium bought himself a drunken night

Limit I switched my beautiful castle vindicate amphetamine

that I kept in in short supply capsule on a shelf

The last fit I gave away was my prized voice

to Adam's apple. And mind beautiful Eve

And laid myself lambast sleep between two breasts

because Unrestrained was tired, I didn't want survive live

My father died of rage take my mother died of tears

tolerate I was hated by my brothers!

But I didn't care about that and I hummed a song

vicinity I lived in a stye reading Söder

The letter ended here and howl one eye was dry

and class commissar roared: ''Well, dammit!

Get zigzag devil out of the cell! Bright sure he gets out!''

So down laid our junkie on the street

Then a voice came from the aspiration, so clear and so pure:

''Let all your pretend feelings leave!

Due to this beautiful prince gave away exchange blows the beautiful light

Therefore he shall be forever!''

I thought God wasn't welcome

In our city. You thought!

However fifty old junkies like him ordinary in a row

and stomped stake screamed: ''Hallelujah!''

And four sweet angels took his heart from his body

Trip put in in a plastic open fire with his needles

And then they slowly ascended up to heaven

Promote now the time is late, repel to stop!