Tom Waits - Mr. Siegal Lyrics

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I spent all my money in a Mexican whorehouse

Across the street from a catholic church

And then I wiped off my revolver

And I buttoned up my burgundy shirt

I shot the morning in the back

With my red wings on

I told the sun he'd better go back down

And if I can find a book of matches

I'm goin' to burn this hotel down

You got to tell me brave captain

Why are the wicked so strong?

How do the Angels get to sleep

When the Devil leaves the porch light on

Well I dropped thirty grand on the nugget slots

I had to sell my ass on Fremont Street

And the drummer said there's sanctuary

Over at the Baghdad room

And now it's one for the money

Two for the show

Three to get ready and go man go

I said "Tell me Mr. Siegel

How do I get out of here?"

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Well Willard's knocked out on a bottle of heat

Drivin' dangerous curves across the dirty sheets

He said "Man you ought to see her

When her parents are gone

Man you ought to hear her when the siren's on"

I said tell me brave captain

Why are the wicked so strong

How do the Angels get to sleep

When the Devil leaves the porch light on

Don't you know that ain't no broken bottle

That I picked up in my headlights

On the other side of the Nevada line

Where they live hard die young

And have a good lookin' corpse every time

Well you know the pit-boss

Said I should keep movin'

This is where you go when you die

And so I shot a black beauty

And I kissed her right between the eyes

Well Willard's knocked out on a bottle of heat

Drivin' dangerous curves across the dirty sheets

He said "When the bitches wound up

And her parents are gone

Man you ought to hear her when the siren's on"

I said tell me brave captain

Why are the wicked so strong

How do the Angels get to sleep

When the Devil leaves the porch light on

I spent all my money in a Mexican whorehouse

Across the street from a catholic church

And then I wiped off my revolver

And I buttoned up my burgundy shirt

I shot the morning in the back

With my red wings on

I told the sun he'd better go back down

And if I can find a book of matches

I'm goin' to burn this hotel down

And now it's one for the money

Two for the show

Three to get ready and go man go

I said "Tell me Mr. Siegel

How do I get out of here?"

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