Friday 22 February 2013

Tom Waits


The scent of life is faint
The stink of hell is rank
No money in the bank
Locked up inside the tank

Then I woke up
Then I woke up

Sinking in the sand
Losing sight of land
Reaching for your hand
To hear you say goddamn

Then I woke up
Then I woke up

Forty thousand me's
All with the disease
Losing by degrees
You're taking what you please

Then I woke up
Then I woke up

I wish that you would care
Share in my despair
All I did declare
Was I was not there

Then I woke up
Then I woke up

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