The Black Rider Tom Waits

Come on along with the Black Rider
We'll have a gay old time
Lay down in the web of the black spider
I'll drink your blood like wine

So come on in, it ain't no sin
Take off your skin
And dance around in your bones
So come on along with the Black Rider
We'll have a gay old time

Step right up and hold right on there, little shaver
Have your tickets ready, under twelve are free

You just come along
Anchors aweigh with the Black Rider
I'll drink your blood like wine
I'll drop you off in Harlem with the Black Rider
Out where the bullets shine

And when you're done, you'll cock your gun
The blood will run like ribbons through your hair
Just come on along with the Black Rider
We'll have a gay old time

Lines form to the left
Have your tickets ready
See the dog-faced boy