Текст песни Tom Waits - Potter`s Field
Tom Waits - Potter`s Field слова песни
well you can buy me a drink and i`ll tell you what i seenand i`ll give you a bargain from the edge of a maniac`s dreamthat buys a black widow spider with a riddle in his yarnthat`s clinging to the furrow of a blindman`s browi`ll start talking from the brim of a thimble full of whiskeyon a train through the bronx that will take you just as faras the empty of a bottle to the highway of a scarthat stretched across the blacktop of my cheek like thatand then ducks beneath the brim of a fugitive`s hatand you`ll learn why liquor makes a stool pigeon rat on every facethat ever left his shadow down on saint marks placehell i`d double cross my mother if it was whiskey that they payedand so an early bird says nightsticks on the hit paradeand he ain`t got a prayer and his days are numberedand you`ll track him down like a dogwell it`s a tough customer you`re getting in this tradecause the nightstick`s heart pumps lemonadewell whiskey keeps a blindman talkin alrightand i`m the only one who knows just where he stayed last nighthe was in a wreckin yard in a switchblade stormin a wheelbarrow with nothing but revenge to keep him warmand a half a million dollars in unmarked billswas the nightstick`s blanket in a febuary chilland as the buzzard drove a crooked skyhe was dealin high chicago in the mudand stackin` the deck against a dragnet`s eyea shivering nightstick in a miserable heapwith the siren for a lullaby singing him to sleephe was bleeding from a buttonholetorn by a slug fired from the barrel of a two dollar gunthat scorched a blister on the grip of a punk by nowis learnin what you have to pay to be a hero anyhowhe dressed the hole in his gut with a hundred dollar bandagea king`s ransom for a bedspread that don`t amount to nuttinjust cobweb strings on a busted ukuleleand the nightstick leaned on a black shillelaghwith the poison of a junkie`s broken promise on his liphe staggered in the shadows screaming i ain`t never been afraidand he shot out every street light on the promenadepast the frozen ham and eggers at the penny arcadethrowin out handfuls of a blood stained salarythey were dead in their tracks at the shootin galleryand they fired off a twenty one gun saluteand from the corner of his eye he caught the alabaster orbsand from a dime a dance hall girl and stuffed a thousand dollar billin her blouse and caught the cruel and unusual punishment of her smileand the nightstick winked beneath a rainsoaked brimain`t no one seen hide nor hair of him seeno one but a spade on rikers island and meand so if you`re mad enough to listen to a full of whiskey blindmanthen you`re mad enough to look beyond where bloodhounds dare to goso if you want to know just where the nightstick`s hidin outyou be down at the ferry landin oh let`s say bout half past a nightmarewhen it`s twisted on a clock you tell `em nickels sentchawhiskey always makes him talkand you ask for captain charon with the mud on his kickshe`s the skipper of the deadline steamerand she sails from the bronx across the river styxand a riddle`s just a ticket for a dreamercause when the weathervane`s sleepin and the moon turns his backyou crawl on your belly long the railroad tracksand cross your heart and hope to die and stick a needle in your eyecause he`d cut my bleedin heart out if he found out that i squealedcause you see a scarecrow`s just a hoodlumwho marked the cards that he dealedand pulled a gypsy switchout on the edge of potter`s field