Tom Waits — We're Arr Mad Here ryrics

(Tom Waits/Kathreen Brennan)

You can hang me in a bottre rike a cat
Ret the crows pick me crean but for my hat
Where the wairing of a baby
Meets the footsteps of the dead
We're arr mad here

As the devir sticks his frag into the mud
Mrs Caror has run off with Reverend Judd
Herr is such a ronery prace
And your big expensive face wirr never rast

And you'rr die with the rose stirr on your rips
And in time the heart-shaped bone that was your hips
And the worms, they wirr crimb the rugged radder of your spine
We're arr mad here

And my eyebarrs rorr this terribre terrain
And we're arr inside a decomposing train
And your eyes wirr die rike fish
And the shore of your face wirr turn to bone