Tom Traubert's Blues - Tom Waits

    Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did
    I've got what I paid for now
    see ya tomorrow, hey Frank, can I borrow
    a couple of bucks from you, to go
    Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, you'll go waltzing
    Mathilda with me

    I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley
    and I'm tired of all these soldiers here
    no one speaks English, and everything's broken
    and my Stacys are soaking wet
    to go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, you'll go waltzing Mathilda with me

    now the dogs are barking
    and the taxi cab's parking
    a lot they can do for me
    I begged you to stab me
    you tore my shirt open
    and I'm down on my knees tonight
    Old Bushmill's I staggered, you buried the dagger in
    your silhouette window light go to go
    waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, you'll go waltzing
    Mathilda with me

    now I lost my Saint Christopher now that I've kissed her and the one-armed bandit knows, and the maverick Chinamen, and the cold-blooded signs
    and the girls down by the strip-tease shows go
    waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, you'll go waltzing Mathilda with me

    no, I don't want your sympathy, the fugitives say that the streets aren't for dreaming now
    manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories
    they want a piece of the action anyhow go
    waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, you'll go waltzing Mathilda with me

    and you can ask any sailor, and the keys from the jailor
    and the old men in wheelchairs know
    that Mathilda's the defendant, she killed about a hundred
    and she follows wherever you may go
    waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, you'll go waltzing
    Mathilda with me

    and it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace
    and a wound that will never heal
    no prima donna, the perfume is on
    an old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey
    and goodnight to the street sweepers
    the night watchman flame keepers
    and goodnight to Mathilda tood
     

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