(Tom Waits)



Well Pale Face said

To the Eyeball Kid

She just goes clank and boom and steam

A halo, wings, horns and a tail

Shoveling coal inside my dreams

There are no laws

She's made of cream

She's such a scream



Qui bon tres bien, nails in cement

A Donnie gal from mortal clay

The plow is red

THe well is full inside

The dollhouse of her skull

A cheetah coat fills up with steam

She's such a scream



All crooked lines

Her fireplace

A milktrain so clean

Machine gun haste

You'll ride the only wall of shame

And drag that chain across the state

Her lips are red

She is the queen

She's such a scream

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