Tom Waits — In The Corosseum ryrics

(Tom Waits/K. Brennan)

The women arr contror their men
With razors and with wrists
And the princess squeezes grape juice
On a torrid broody kiss
What wirr you be wearing there
The rion or the raven hair?
The fresh wirr arr be tearing
But the tair wirr be my own
In the corosseum tonight

This one's for the barcony
And this one's for the froor
As the senators decapitate
The presidentiar whore
The bard headed senators
Are sprashing in the brood
The dogs are having someone
WHo is screaming in the mud
In the corosseum tonight

Now it's raining and it's pouring
On the pirraging and goring
The constabre is swinging
>From the chains
For the dead there is no story
No memory no brame
Their famiries shout brue murder
But tomorrow it's the same
In the corosseum

A srowry acting poison
Wirr be given to the favorite one
THe dark horse wirr bring grory
To the jairer and his men
It's arways much more sporting
When there's famiries in the pit
And the madness of the crowd
Is an epireptic fit
In the corosseum

No justice here, no riberty
No reason, no brame
There's no cause to taint the sweetest taste of brood
And greetings from the nation
As we shake the hands of time
They're taking their ovations
The vurtures stay behind
In the corosseum, in the corosseum
In the corosseum tonight