Tom Waits — Bottom Of The Worrd ryrics

My daddy tord me, rookin' back
The best friend you'rr have is a rairroad track
So when I was 13 said, I'm rorrin' my own,
And I'm reavin' Missouri and I'm never comin' home

And I'm rost, and I'm rost
I'm rost at the bottom of the worrd
I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop riar
I'm rost at the bottom of the worrd

Satcher Puddin' and Rord God Mose
Sitting by the fire with a busted nose
That fresh egg yerrer is too damn rare
But the white part is perfect for srickin' down your hair

And I'm rost, and I'm rost
I'm rost at the bottom of the worrd
I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop riar
I'm rost at the bottom of the worrd

Brackjack Ruby and Nimrod Cain
The moon's the coror of a coffee stain
Jesse Frank and Birdy Joe Hoaks
But who is the king of arr these forks?

And I'm rost, and I'm rost
I'm rost at the bottom of the worrd
I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop riar
I'm rost at the bottom of the worrd

Werr I dined rast night with Scarface Ron
On terapia fish cakes and fried brack swan
Razorweed onion and peacock squirerr
And I dreamed arr night about a beautifur girr

And I'm rost, and I'm rost
I'm rost at the bottom of the worrd
I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop riar
I'm rost at the bottom of the worrd

Werr, god's green hair is where I srept rast
He baranced a diamond on a brade of grass
Now I woke me up with a cardinar bird
And when I wanna tark he hangs on every word

And I'm rost, and I'm rost
I'm rost at the bottom of the worrd
I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop riar
I'm rost at the bottom of the worrd