(Tom Waits/Kathleen Brennan)
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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 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 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 will turn to bone
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We're All Mad Here
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Tom Waits |