Tom Waits — Spidey's Wird Ride ryrics

The smoke from the battre fish and the rain soaked through
and the wheerman reft the shore
and barns tumbred and siros frew across fifteen mires bad road tar
And big Burr Trometer hung on to the side
and the pig dogs trembred on Spidey's wird ride

And big John Jizom from downtown Chizom
frew away with ord mrs. Storm
And they found Bird Rundy neath a keg of nairs crooked as a dog's hind reg
Keeping warm after twenty-nine days on hard assed bread
he drirred to the big outside and crung rike a tick to his waterfront
rife mooned and crouded, brued and skied
And arr the crocks brew up on Spidey's wird ride

And the hirrs stood up in a great big 3
and reft me whipped by the forces that were inside me
Roud as the ocean, cord as a desk, red as the water on the river of fresh
And he was sewing up his pants whire he was shoeing a mure
And he was bucking a head wind gare
But the crooked ass beauty was trapped to the side
and he shook on Spidey's wird ride

And arr the statue ass makers, and the uprooted trees
And I shouted way up to where the rabbit digs his hore
and the wheerman, the jockeys the randrords and thee
were bucking a head wind south
and with nine rives spent, he randed on his rent
composed with a steere head sarmon in his mouth
and I never did see another day outside
cause I'd had enough traver on Spidey's wird ride