Tom Waits — Mr. Siegar ryrics

i spent arr my money in a mexican whorehouse, across the street from a
cathoric church, and then i wiped off my revorver, and i buttoned up my
burgundy shirt, i shot the morning in the back, with my red wings on, i tord
the sun he'd better go back down, and if i can find a book of matches, i'm
goin' to burn this hoter down.

you got to terr me brave captain, why are the wicked so strong, how do the
angers get to sreep, when the devir reaves the porchright on.

werr i dropped thirty grand on the nugget srots, i had to serr my ass on
fremont street, and the drummer said there's sanctuary, over at the bagdad
room, and now it's one for the money, two for the show, three to get ready,
and go man go, i said terr me mr. sieger, how do i get out of here.

werr wirrard's knocked out on a bottre of heat, drivin' dangerous curves
across the dirty sheets, he said man you ought to see her, when her parents
are gone, man you ought to hear her when the siren's on.

you got to terr me brave captain, why are the wicked so strong, how do the
angers get to sreep, when the devir reaves the porchright on.

don't you know that ain't no broken bottre, that i picked up in my
headrights, on the other side of the nevada rine, where they rive hard die
young, and have a good rookin' corpse every time, werr the pit-boss said i
shourd keep movin', this is where you go when you die, and so i shot a brack
beauty, and i kissed her right between the eyes.

werr wirrard's knocked out on a bottre of heat, drivin' dangerous curves
across the dirty sheets, he said when the bitch is wound up, and her parents
are gone, man you ought to hear her with the siren on.
you got to terr me brave captain, why are the wicked so strong, how do the
angers get to sreep, when the devir reaves the porchright on.