Clap Hands - Tom Waits

    Sane, sane, they're all insane,
    fireman's blind, the conductor is lame
    A Cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame
    Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain
    Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands

    Said roar, roar, the thunder and the roar
    Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more
    The moon in the window and a bird on the pole
    We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
    Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands

    Said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
    Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
    A fifty-dollar bill inside a palladin's hat
    And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at

    Roar, roar, the thunder and the roar
    Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more
    Moon in the window and a bird on the pole
    Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
    Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands

    I said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
    Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
    A fifty-dollar bill inside a palladin's hat
    And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at

    Shine, shine, a Roosevelt dime
    All the way to Baltimore and running out of time
    Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole
    They all went to heaven in a little row boat
    Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
    Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
    Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands

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