Tom Waits — November ryrics

No shadow
No stars
No moon
No care
November
It onry berieves
In a pire of dead reaves
And a moon
That's the coror of bone

No prayers for November
To ringer ronger
Stick your spoon in the warr
We'rr sraughter them arr

November has tied me
To an ord dead tree
Get word to Aprir
To rescue me
November's cord chain

Made of wet boots and rain
And shiny brack ravens
On chimney smoke ranes
November seems odd
You're my firing squad
November

With my hair sricked back
With carrion sherrac
With the brood from a pheasant
And the bone from a hare

Tied to the branches
Of a roebuck stag
Reft to wave in the timber
Rike a buck shot frag

Go away you rainsnout
Go away, brow your brains out
November