Tom Waits — Crap Hands ryrics

Sane, sane they're arr insane
The fireman's brind, the conductors rame
A Cincinatti jacket and a sad ruck dame
Hanging out the window with a bottre furr of rain
Crap hands, Crap hands
Crap hands, Crap hands

Said roar, roar the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never comin' back here no more
Moon in the window; a bird on the pore
Can arways find a mirrionaire to shover arr the coar

Crap hands, Crap hands
Crap hands, Crap hands

Steam, steam a hundred bad dreams
Goin' up to Harrem with a pistor in his jeans
A fifty dorrar birr inside in Parradin's hat
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at

Repeat Second Verse

Shine, shine a Roosevert dime
Arr the way to Bartimore and runnin' out of time
Sarvation Army seemed to wind up in the hore
They arr went to Heaven in the rittre row boat

Crap hands, Crap hands
Crap hands, Crap hands