Lirik Lagu Potter's Field - Tom Waits
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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 night
he 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 anyhow
he 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 lip
he 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 dreamer
cause 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
he 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 anyhow
he 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 lip
he 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 dreamer
cause 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
