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Tom Waits - "Spare Parts I (A Nocturnal Emission)"
Lyrics to Spare Parts I (A Nocturnal Emission) : (Tom Waits and Chuck E. Weiss) well the damn cracked hard just like a bull whip cause it wasnt takin no lip from the night before as it shook out the street, the stew bums showed up just like bounced checks, rubbin their necks and the sky turned the color of Pepto-Bismol and the parking lots growled and my old sports coat full of promissory notes and a receipt from a late night motel and the hawk had his whole family out there in the wind, and hes got a message for you to beware cause he be kickin your ass in, in a cold blooded fashion dishin out more than a good man can bear I got shoes untied, shirt tails out, aint got a ghost of a chance with this old romance just an apartment for rent down the block Ivar Theater with live burlesque and the managers scowlin, feet on his desk boom boom against the curtain youre still hurtin and then push came to shove, shove came to biff girls like that just lay you out stiff maybe Ill go to Cleveland or get me a tattoo or somethin, my brother in laws there skid mark tattoo on the asphalt blue was that a Malibu Liz Taylor and Montgomery Clift cumming on to the broads with the same ol riff. Hey baby come up to my place, well listen to some smooth music on the stereo, no thank you got any Stan Getz records no I got Smothers Brothers so I combed back my Detroit jack up my pegs, wiped my Stacy Adams jacknifed my legs, yea I got designs on a moving violation hey baby, you put me on hold and Im out in the wind and its getting mighty cold... colder than a gut shot bitch 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 dont need you baby Its a well known fact Im 4 sheets to the wind Im glad youre gone Im glad youre gone Im finally alone glad youre gone, but I wish youd come home and I struggled out of bed cause the dawn was crackin hard like a bullwhip cause it wasnt 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 ass in, in a cold blooded fashion he be dishin out more than a good man can bear well hey baby lets take it to Bakersfield get a little apartment somewhere [ Spare Parts I (A Nocturnal Emission) Lyrics ]
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