Lady Pank: Swojski Brodłej

Is this a staircase
Or is it a great obstacle course
To the sky (heaven) of seasonal stars?
You take your guitar
And leave one of the dens
Somewhere in one of the nameless towns.

This is how the race begins
In a setting always sordid
Fake laugh all around
Broadway, our hometown Broadway.

As you're climbing up
You suddenly catch a strange noise,
Someone's been creeping behind you all along
From a "righteous" stance,
they deal you the King of Fools,
A losing card in the class war.

And that's it
In a setting always sordid
The never-ending show
Broadway, our hometown Broadway

The lights have flashed,
You got what you came for.
Girls cry like peas from a broken bowl.
You're at the top,
And now you know
How high the bottom really goes.

And so you play it through
In a setting still so sordid.
You got what you were chasing, too
Broadway, our hometown Broadway