Tombstone Blues-Tim O'Brien
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TXT Tombstone Blues-Tim O'Brien 文本歌词
Tombstone Blues - Tim O'Brien
The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course
The city fathers they're trying to endorse
The reincarnation of paul revere's horse
But the town has no need to be nervous
The ghost of belle starr she hands down her wits
To jezebel the nun she violently knits
A bald wig for jack the ripper who sits
At the head of the chamber of commerce
Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues
The hysterical bride in the penny arcade
Screaming she moans i've just been made
Then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade
Says my advice is to not let the boys in
Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside
He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride
Stop all this weeping swallow your pride
You will not die it's not poison
Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues
The geometry of innocence flesh on the bone
Causes galileo's math book to get thrown
At delilah who sits worthlessly alone
Tears on her cheeks are from laughter
I wish i could give brother bill his great thrill
I would set him in chains at the top of the hill
Then send out for some pillars and cecil b demille
He could die happily ever after
Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues
Where ma raney and beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll
Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole
And the national bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul
To the old folks home and the college
I wish i could write you a melody so plain
That could hold you dear lady from going insane
That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain
Of your useless and pointless knowledge
Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues
