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from Tom Waits - Bone Machine (1992)
Well I'm goin' out west
Where the wind blows tall 'Cause Tony Franciosa Used to date my ma They got some money out there They're giving it away I'm gonna do what I want Do what I want And I'm gonna get paid Little brown sausages Lying in the sand I ain't no extra baby I'm a leading man Well my parole officer WIll be proud of me With my Olds 88 And the devil on a leash My Olds 88 And the devil on a leash Well I kno karate, Voodoo too I'm gonna make myself available to you I don't need no make up I got real scars I got hair on my chest I look good without a shirt Well I don't lose my composure In a high speed chase Well my friends think I'm ugly I got a masculine face I got some dragstrip courage I can really drive a bed I'm gonna change my name To Hannibal or maybe Just Rex Change my name to Hannibal Or maybe just Rex I'm gonna drive all night Take some speed I'm gonna wait for the sun To shine down on me I cut a hole in my roof In the shape of a heart And I'm goin' out west Where they'll appreciate me Goin' out west Goin' out west |
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from Tom Waits - Bone Machine (1992)
They're lining up
To mad dog your tilta whirl 3 shots for a dollar Win a real live doll All the lies that you tell I believed them so well. Take them back Take them back to your red house For that fearful leap into the dark I did my time In the jail of your arms Now Ophelia wants to know Where she should turn Tell me...what did you do What did you do the last time? Why don't you do that Go on ahead and take this the wrong way Time's not your friend Do you cry. Do you pray Do you wish them away Do you still leave nothing But bones in the way Did you bury the carnival Lions and all Excuse me while I sharpen my nails And just who are you this time? You look rather tired (Who drinks from your shoe) Are you pretending to love Well I hear that it pays well How do your pistol and your Bible and your Sleeping pills go? Are you still jumping out of windows in expensive clothes? Well I fell in love With your sailor's mouth and your wounded eyes You better get down on the floor Don't you know this is war Tell me who are you this time? Tell me who are you this time? |
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