Tytuł: Clap Hands

• Wykonawca: Tom Waits
• Wyświetleń: 357

Sane, sane, they're all insane, fireman's blind, the conductor is lame
  A Cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame
  Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain
  Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
  
  
  Said roar, roar, the thunder and the roar
  Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more
  The moon in the window and a bird on the pole
  We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
  Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
  
  
  Said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
  Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
  A fifty-dollar bill inside a palladin's hat
  And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at
  
  
  Roar, roar, the thunder and the roar
  Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more
  Moon in the window and a bird on the pole
  Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
  Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
  
  
  I said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
  Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
  A fifty-dollar bill inside a palladin's hat
  And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at
  
  
  Shine, shine, a Roosevelt dime
  All the way to Baltimore and running out of time
  Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole
  They all went to heaven in a little row boat
  Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
  Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
  Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands