Small Change Tom Waits

Well small change got rained on with his own .38
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren't weeping
They went stark ravin' mad
And the cabbies were the only ones
That really had it made
Cause his cold trousers were twisted
And the sirens high and shrill
And crumpled in his fist was a five dollar bill
And the naked mannequins with their
Cheshire grins
And the raconteurs
And roustabouts said buddy
Come on in
Cause the dreams ain't broken down here
Now... they're walkin' with a limp
Now that

Small change got rained on with his own .38
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the burglar alarm's been disconnected
And the newsmen start to rattle
And the cops are tellin' jokes about some whore house in Seattle
And the fire hydrants plead the 5th Amendment
And the furniture's bargains galore
But the blood is by the juke box
On an old linoleum floor
And with a hot rain on 42nd Street
And now the umbrellas ain't got a chance
And the newsboy's a lunatic
With stains on his pants cause...