Romeo is Bleeding - Tom Waits

    Romeo is bleeding but not so as you'd notice
    he's over on 18th street as usual
    looking so hatd against the hood of his car
    ans putting out a cigarette in his hand
    and for all the pachucos at the pumps
    at romeros paint and body
    they all seein how far they can spit
    well it was just another night
    but now they're huddled in the brake lights of a 58 belair
    and listenin how romeo killed a sherif with his knife

    and they all jump when they hear the sirens
    but romeo just laughs and says
    all the racket in the world ain't never gonna
    save that coppers ass
    he'll never see another summertime
    for gunnin down my brother
    and leavin him like a dog
    beneath a car without his knife

    and romeo says hey man gimme a cigatette
    and they all reach for their pack
    and frankie lights it for him and pats him on the back
    and throws a bottle at a milk truck
    and as it breaks he grabs his nuts
    and they all know they could ve just like romeo
    if they only had the guts

    but romeo is bleeding but nobody can tell
    amd he sings along with the radio
    with a bullet in his chest
    and he combs back his fenders
    and they all agree its clear
    that everything is cool now that romeos here
    but romeo is bleeding
    and he winches now and then and he leans against
    the car door and feels the blood in his shoes
    and someones crying in the phone booth
    at the 5 points by the store
    romeo starts his engine
    and wipes the blood of the door
    and he brodys through the signal
    with the radio full blast
    leavin the boys there hikin up their chinos
    and they all try to stand like romeo
    beneath the moon cut like a sickle
    and they're talkin now in spanish about their hero

    but romeo is bleeding as he gives the man his ticket
    and he climbs to the balcony at the movies
    and he'll die without a whimper
    like every heros dream
    just an angel with a bullet
    and cagney in the screen


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