Clap Hands Tom Waits

Sane, sane, they're all insane
The fireman's blind, the conductor's lame
A Cincinnati jacket and a sad luck dame
Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain

Clap hands
Clap hands
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Said roar, roar the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never comin' back here no more
Moon in the window and a bird on the pole
We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal

Clap hands
Clap hands
Clap hands
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Said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
Goin' up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty dollar bill inside of Paladin's hat
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at

Roar, roar the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never comin' back here no more
Moon in the window and a bird on the pole
Always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal