Well ya play that Tarantella All the hounds they start to roar And the boys all go to hell Then the Cubans hit the floor And they drive along the pipeline
Well time is always money For the boys at Union Square You can bust your ass till doomsday But don't forget to say your prayers Someone's got a wad on
He's got himself a homemade special You know his glass is full of sand And it feels just like a jaybird The way it fits into his hand He rolled a blade
rain sounds like a round of applause Napoleon is weeping in the Carnival saloon His invisible fianc is in the mirror The band is going home It's raining hammers, it's raining
Inside a broken clock Splashing the wine With all the Rain Dogs Taxi, we'd rather walk. Huddle a doorway with the Rain Dogs For i am a Rain Dog, too.
(Tom Waits/K. Brennan) The women all control their men With razors and with wrists And the princess squeezes grape juice On a torrid bloody kiss What
