[MACHEATH]
Hark to the voice that's calling you to weep
Macheath lies here, not under open sky
Not under treetops, no, but good and deep
Fate struck him down in outraged majesty
God grant his dying words may reach a friend
The thickest walls encompass him about
Is none of you concerned to know his fate?
Once he is gone the bottles can come out
But do stand by him while it's not too late
Do you want his punishment to have no end?

Come here and see the shitty state he's in
This really is what people mean by bust
You who sеt up the dirty cash you win
As just about the only god you'll trust
Don't stand and watch him slipping round the bеnd!
Go to the Queen and say that her subjects need her
Go in a group and tell her of his trouble
Like pigs all following behind their leader
Say that his teeth are wearing down to rubble
Do you want his punishment to have no end?