it ain't no sin, to take off your skin and dance around in your bones
It's a battered old suitcase and a hotel someplace and a wound that will never heal.
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.
Jesus Christ, this godamn rain, will someone put me on a train.
When I was younger, I wanted to be older. Now I am older, I am not quite so sure.
Now its raining its pouring the old man is snoring now I lay me down to sleep I hear the sirens in the street all my dreams are made of chrome I have no way to get back home I’d rather die before I wake like Marilyn Monroe and throw my dreams out in the street and the rain make ‘em grow