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letra de spare parts - live - tom waits

well the dawn cracked hard just like a bull whip
cause it wasn’t takin’ no lip from the night before
and it shook out the street, the stew bums showed up
like bounced checks, rubbin’ their necks
and the sky turned the color of pepto-bismol
and the parking lots growled
my old sports coat full of promissory notes
and a receipt from a late night motel
the hawk had his whole family out
there in the wind, and he’s got a message
for you to beware cause he be kickin’ your
-ss in, in a cold blooded fashion
dishin’ out more than a good man can bear
i got shoes untied, shirt tail’s out, ain’t got a
ghost of a chance with this old romance
just an apartment for rent down the block
ivar theater with live burlesque
man the manager’s scowlin’, feet on his desk
boom boom against the curtain
you’re still hurtin’
and then push came to shove, shove came to biff
girls like that just lay you out stiff
maybe i’ll go to cleveland or
get me a tattoo or somethin’, my brother
in law lives there
and it’s a skid mark tattoo on the asphalt blue
was that a malibu
liz taylor and montgomery clift
coming on to the broads with the
same ol’ riff. hey baby why don’t you come up to
my place, we’ll listen to some
smooth music on the stereo, no thank you, she said
got any stan getz records?
no, man, i got smothers brothers
so i combed back my detroit
jacked up my pegs, wiped my stacy adams
jacknifed my legs, yea i got designs
on a moving violation
yeah baby, you put me on hold and i’m
out in the wind and it’s getting
mighty cold…
colder than a gut shot b-tch wolf dog
with 9 sucking pups pullin’ a 4 trap
up a hill in the dead of winter
in the middle of a snowstorm
with a mouth full of porcupine quills

(scat)

yea well i don’t need you baby
it’s a well known fact
i’m 4 sheets to the wind
i’m glad you’re gone
i’m glad you’re gone
i’m finally alone
glad you’re gone, but i
wish you’d come home
and i struggled out of bed
cause the dawn was crackin’ hard just like a bullwhip
and it wasn’t takin’ no lip from the night before
as it shook out the streets the stew bums
showed up just like bounced checks
rubbin’ their necks, and the sky turned the
color of pepto-bismol
and my old sports coat full of promissory notes
and the hawk had his whole family out there
in the wind, he got a message for you to beware
kickin’ your -ss in, in a cold blooded fashion
he be dishin’ out more than a good man can bear
well let’s take it to bakersfield
get a little apartment somewhere

- tom waits

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