Tom Waits Were All Mad Here
Tom Waits WE RE ALL MAD HERE From the album: Alice WE RE ALL MAD HERE You can hang me in a bottle like a cat Let the crows pick me clean but for my hat Where the wailing of a baby Meets the footsteps of the dead We re all mad here As the devil sticks his flag into the mud Mrs Carol has run off with Reverend Judd Hell is such a lonely place And your big expensive face will never last And you ll die with the rose still on your lips And in time the heartshaped bone that was your hips And the worms, they will climb the rugged ladder of your spine We re all mad here And my eyeballs roll this terrible terrain And we re all inside a decomposing train And your eyes will die like fish And the shore of your face will turn to bone
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