Tom Waits/K. Brennan)



The women al lcontrol their men

With razors and with wrists

And the princess squeezes grape juice

On a torrid bloody kiss

What will you be wearing there

The lion or the raven hair?

The flesh will all be tearing

But the tail will be my own

In the colosseum tonight



This one's for the balcony

And this one's for the floor

As the senators decapitate

The presidential whore

The bald headed senators

Are splashing in the blood

The dogs are having someone

WHo is screaming in the mud

In the colosseum tonight



Now it's raining and it's pouring

On the pillaging and goring

The constable is swinging

>From the chains

For the dead there is no story

No memory no blame

Their families shout blue murder

But tomorrow it's the same

In the colosseum



A slowly acting poison

Will be given to the favorite one

THe dark horse will bring glory

To the jailer and his men

It's always much more sporting

When there's families in the pit

And the madness of the crowd

Is an epileptic fit

In the colosseum



No justice here, no liberty

No reason, no blame

There's no cause to taint the sweetest taste of blood

And greetings from the nation

As we shake the hands of time

They're taking their ovations

The vultures stay behind

In the colosseum, in the colosseum

In the colosseum tonight

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