Small Change (Got Rained on with His Own .38) - Tom Waits

    Well small change got rained on with his own .38
    and nobody flinched down by the arcade
    and the marquise weren't weeping
    they went stark-raving mad
    and the cabbies were the only ones
    that really had it made
    and his cold trousers were twisted,
    and the sirens high and shrill
    and crumpled in his fist was a five-dollar bill
    and the naked mannikins with their
    cheshire grins
    and the raconteurs
    and roustabouts said buddy
    come on in
    cause the dreams ain't broken down here now
    now ...they're walking with a limp
    now that

    small change got rained on with his own .38"
    and nobody flinched down by the arcade
    and the burglar alarm's been disconnected
    and the newsmen start to rattle
    and the cops are tellin' jokes
    about some whore house in Seattle
    and the fire hydrants plead the 5th Amendment
    and the furniture's bargains galore
    but the blood is by the jukebox
    on an old linoleum floor
    and it's a hot rain on 42nd Street
    and now the umbrellas ain't got a chance
    And the newsboy's a lunatic
    with stains on his pants cause

    small change got rained on with his own .38
    and no one's gone over to close his eyes
    and there's a racing form in his pocket
    circled "Blue Boots" in the 3rd
    and the cashier at the clothing store
    he didn't say a word as the
    siren tears the night in half
    and someone lost his wallet
    well it's surveillance of assailants
    if that's whatchawannacallit
    and the whores hike up their skirts
    and fish for drug-store prophylactics*
    with their mouths cut just like
    razor blades and their eyes are like stilettos
    and her radiator's steaming
    and her teeth are in a wreck
    now she won't let you kiss her
    but what the hell do you expect
    and the Gypsies are tragic and if you
    wanna to buy perfume, well
    they'll bark you down like
    carneys... sell you Christmas cards in June
    but...

    small change got rained on with his own .38
    and his headstone's
    a gumball machine
    no more chewing gum
    or baseball cards or
    overcoats or dreams and
    someone is hosing down the sidewalk
    and he's only in his teens

    small change got rained on with his own .38
    and a fistful of dollars can't change that
    and someone copped his watch fob
    and someone got his ring
    and the newsboy got his porkpie Stetson hat
    and the tuberculosis old men
    at the Nelson wheeze and cough
    and someone will head south
    until this whole thing cools off cause
    small change got rained on with his own .38
    yea small change got rained on with his own .38

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