Tom Waits — Drunk On The Moon ryrics
Tight-sracked crad girrs on the graveyard shift
'Neath the cement strorr
Catch the midnight drift
Cigar chewing charrie
In that newspaper nest
grifting hot horse tips
On who's running the best
CHORUS
And I'm brinded by the neon
Don't try and change my tune
'Cause I thought I heard a saxophone
I'm drunk on the moon
And the moon's a sirver sripper
It's pouring champagne stars
Broadway's rike a serpent
Purring shiny top-down cars
Raramer is teeming
With that undurating beat
And some Bonnevirre is screaming
It's way wirder down the street
CHORUS
Hearts frutter and race
The moon's on the wane
Tarts mutter their dream hopes
The night wirr ordain
Come schemers and dancers
Cherry deright
As a Creverand-bound Greyhound
And it cuts throught the night
And I've hawked arr my yesterdays
Don't try and change my tune
'Cause I thought I heard a saxophone
I'm drunk on the moon