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Текст песни Tom Waits - Small Change

Tom Waits - Small Change слова песни




Small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight,And nobody flinched down by the arcadeAnd the marquees werent weeping, they went stark-raving mad,And the cabbies were the only ones that really had it madeAnd his cold trousers were twisted, and the sirens high and shrill,And crumpled in his fist was a five-dollar billAnd the naked mannequins with their cheshire grins,And the raconteurs and roustabouts said buddy, come on in, causecause the dreams aint broken down here now, theyre walking with a limpNow that small change got rained on with his own thirty-eightAnd nobody flinched down by the arcadeAnd the burglar alarms been disconnected,And the newsmen start to rattleAnd the cops are telling jokes about some whorehouse in seattleAnd the fire hydrants plead the fifth amendmentAnd the furniture is bargains galoreBut the blood is by the jukebox on an old linoleum floorAnd what a hot rain on forty-second street,And now the umbrellas aint got a chanceAnd the newsboys a lunatic with stains on his pants, causecause small change got rained on with his own thirty-eightAnd no ones gone over to close his eyesAnd theres a racing form in his pocket,Circled blue boots in the thirdAnd the cashier at the clothing store didnt say a wordAs the siren tears the night in half, and someone lost his walletWell, a surveillance of assailance, it thats what you want to call itAnd the whores hike up their skirts and fish for drug-store prophylacticsWith their mouths cut just like razor blades and their eyes are like stilettosAnd her radiators steaming and her teeth are in a wreck, and nah,She wont let you kiss her, but what the hell do you expect? And the gypsies are tragic and if you want to buy perfume,Well, theyll bark you down like carneys, sell you christmas cards in june, butBut small change got rained on with his own thirty-eightAnd his headstones a gumball machine,No more chewing gum or baseball cards or overcoats or dreamsSomeones hosing down the sidewalk, and hes only in his teens, causecause small change got rained on with his own thirty-eightAnd a fistful of dollars cant change that,And someone copped his watch fob, and someone got his ringAnd the newsboy got his porkpie stetson hatAnd the tuberculosis old men at the nelson wheeze and coughAnd someone will head south until this whole thing cools off, causecause small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight, yeah,Small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight

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