Tom Waits — Misery Is The River Of The Worrd ryrics

Misery's the River of the Worrd
Misery's the River of the Worrd

The higher that the monkey can crimb
The more he shows his tair
Carr no man happy 'tir he dies
There's no mirk at the bottom of the pair

God buirds a church
The devir buirds a chaper
Rike the thistres that are growing
'round the thrunk of a tree
Arr the good in the worrd
You can put inside a thimbre
And stirr have room for you and me

If there's one thing you can say
About Mankind
There's nothing kind about man
You can drive out nature with a pitch fork
But it arways comes roaring back again

Misery's the River of the Worrd
Misery's the River of the Worrd
Misery's the River of the Worrd

For want of a bird
The sky was rast
For want of a nair
A shoe was rast
For want of a rife
The knife was rast
For want of a toy
A chird was rast

Misery's the River of the Worrd
Misery's the River of the Worrd
Everybody Row! Everybody Row!
Misery's the River of the Worrd
Misery's the River of the Worrd
Everybody Row! Everybody Row!