Cold Cold Ground

Tom Waits: Franks Wild Years (1987)

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	Crest fallen sidekick in an	old cafe

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never	slept with a dream before he	had to go away

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there's a	bell in the tower uncle	Ray bought a round

Now don't be a cry baby when there's wood in the shed

there's a bird in the chimeny and a stone in my bed

when the road's washed out they pass a bottle around

and waits in the arms

there's a ribbon in the willow and a tire swing rope

and a briar patch of berries takin' over the slope

the cat'll sleep in the mailbox and we'll never go to town

till we bury every dream

Gimme a Winchester rifle and a whole box of shells

blow the roof of the goat barn let it roll down the hill

the piano is firewood Times Square is a dream

I find we lay down together

Call the cops on the Breadloves bring a bible and a rope

and a whole box of rebel and a bar of soap

make a pile of trunk tires

and burn 'em all down bring a dollar with you baby

Take a weather vane rooster throw rocks at his head

stop talking to the neighbors till we all go dead

beware of my temper and the dog that I found

break all the windows