Well I got a bad liver and broken heart, yeah,I drunk me a river since you tore me apart
Champagne for my real friends and real pain for my sham friends.
I’ve never met anyone who made it with a chick because they owned a Tom Waits album. I’ve got all three, and it’s never helped me.
I think I have an adrenaline addiction, no question about that.
Most of the people I admire, they usually smell funny and don't get out much. It's true. Most of them are either dead or not feeling well.
It's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace, and a wound that will never heal. No prima donna, the perfume is on an old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey. Goodnight to the street sweepers, the night watchmen flame keepers and goodnight, Matilda, too.