Текст песни Tom Waits - November
Tom Waits - November слова песни
No shadowNo starsNo moonNo careNovemberIt only believesIn a pile of dead leavesAnd a moonThat`s the color of boneNo prayers for NovemberTo linger longerStick your spoon in the wallWe`ll slaughter them allNovember has tied meTo an old dead treeGet word to AprilTo rescue meNovember`s cold chainMade of wet boots and rainAnd shiny black ravensOn chimney smoke lanesNovember seems oddYou`re my firing squadNovemberWith my hair slicked backWith carrion shellacWith the blood from a pheasantAnd the bone from a hareTied to the branchesOf a roebuck stagLeft to wave in the timberLike a buck shot flagGo away you rainsnoutGo away, blow your brains outNovember