Tom Waits – Were All Mad Here (Guitar)

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You can hang me in a bottle like a cat

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Let the crows pick me clean but for my hat

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Where the wailing of a baby

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Meets the footsteps of the dead

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We're all mad here

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As the devil sticks his flag into the mud

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Mrs Carol has run off with Reverend Judd

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Hell is such a lonely place

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And your big expensive face

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will never last

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And you'll die with the rose still on your lips

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And in time the heart-shaped bone that was your hips

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And the worms, they will climb

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the rugged ladder of your spine

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We're all mad here

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And my eyeballs roll this terrible terrain

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And we're all inside a decomposing train

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And your eyes will die like fish

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And the shore of your face

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will turn to bone