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Tom Waits - Spare Parts I lyrics
Well, the dawn cracked hard just like a bull-whip
 'Cause it wasn't takin' no lip from the night before
 And it shook out the streets
 As the stew bums showed up like bounced checks
 Rubbin' their necks
 And the sky turned the color of Pepto-Bismol
 Yeah, and the parking lots growled
 My old sport coat full of promissory notes
 And a receipt from a late night motel
 The hawk had his whole family out there, in the wind
 And he got a message for you to beware
 Kickin' your ass in, in a cold-blooded fashion
 Dishin' out more than a good man can bear
 And I got shoes untied, my shirt-tail's out
 Ain't got a ghost of a chance with this old romance
 Just an apartment for rent, down the block
 And Ivar Theater with live burlesque
 Man, the manager's scowlin' with his feet on the desk
 Boom, boom, against the curtain, you're still hurtin', ay, ay
 And then push came to shove and shove came to biff
 Girls like that just lay you out stiff
 Maybe I'll go to Cleveland
 And you know, get me a tattoo or somethin'
 My brother-in-law lives there
 And it's a skid mark tattoo on the asphalt blue
 Was that a Malibu?
 Yeah, it's Liz Taylor and Montgomery Cliff
 Coming on to the broads with the same ol' riff, yeah
 "Hey baby, why don't you come up to my place?
 We'll listen to some smooth music on the stereo"Tom Waits - Spare Parts I - http://motolyrics.com/tom-waits/spare-parts-i-lyrics.html
 "No, thank you", she said
 "You got any Stan Getz records?"
'No man, I got Smothers Brothers"
 So I combed back my Detroit, jacked up my pegs
 I wiped my Stacy Adams and I jackknifed my legs
 Yeah, I got designs on a movin' violation
 Yeah baby, you put me on hold and I'm out in the wind
 And it's gettin' mighty cold
 It's colder than a gut-shot bitch, wolf dog with nine suckin' pups
 Pullin' a number 4 trap up a hill in the dead of winter
 In the middle of a snowstorm with a mouth full of porcupine quills
 Well, I don't need you, baby
 You see, it's a well known fact, you know
 I'm four sheets to the wind, I'm glad you're gone
 I'm glad you're gone 'cause I'm finally alone
 Glad you're gone but I wish you'd come home
 Yeah, and I struggled out of bed
 'Cause the dawn was crackin' hard, just like a bull-whip
 And it wasn't takin' no lip from the night before
 Yeah, as it shook out the streets
 And the stew bums showed up just like bounced checks
 Rubbin' their necks
 And the sky turned the color of Pepto-Bismol
 And my old sport coat full of promissory notes
 And the hawk had his whole family out there, in the wind
 He got a message for you to beware
 Kickin' your ass in, in a cold blooded fashion
 He'll be dishin' out more than a good man can bear
 Well, let's take it to Bakersfield
 Get a little apartment somewhere









