Lirieke:
Tom Waits Bone Chain

(Instrumental)

: (Instrumental)

soldier's glee With a rum soaked crook And a big fat laugh I spent my last dollar on thee I saw Bill Bones, gave him a yell Kehoe spiked the nog With a chain

No shadow No stars No moon No care November It only believes In a pile of dead leaves And a moon That's the color of bone No prayers for November To

(Tom Waits/K. Brennan) What does it matter, a dream of love Or a dream of lies We're all gonna be in the same place When we die Your spirit don't leave

I'm Grand Hustle pimp (yes) to the meat and bones (yes) I'm eating out these niggas plates and I ain't leave a bone (naw) Tryna pick a bone, homie best

(Tom Waits/Kathleen Brennan) A cloud lets go of the moon Her ribbons are all out of tune She is skating on the ice In a glass in the hands of a man That

(Tom Waits/K. Brennan) Take an eye for an eye Take a tooth for a tooth Just like they say in the Bible Never leave a trace or forget a face Of any man

(Tom Waits/Kathleen Brennan) A cloud lets go of the moon Her ribbons are all out of tune She is skating on the ice In a glass in the hands of a man