Clap Hands (Tom Waits)

SANE SANE
THEY’RE ALL INSANE
THE FIREMAN’S BLIND
THE CONDUCTOR’S LAME
A CINCINNATI JACKET
AND A SAD LUCK DAME HANGING OUT THE WINDOW WITH A BOTTLE FULL OF RAIN CLAP HANDS
SAID ROAR ROAR THE THUNDER AND THE ROAR
SON OF A **** IS NEVER COMING BACK HERE NO MORE
MOON IN THE WINDOW
AND A BIRD ON THE POLE
CAN ALWAYS FIND A MILLIONAIRE TO SHOVEL ALL THE COAL
CLAP HANDS
I SAID STEAM STEAM
A HUNDRED BAD DREAMS GOING UP TO HARLEM
WITH A PISTOL IN HIS JEANS
A FIFTY-DOLLAR BILL
INSIDE A PALADIN’S HAT
AND NOBODY’S SURE
WHERE MR. KNICKERBOCKER’S AT
SHINE SHINE
A ROOSEVELT DIME
ALL THE WAY TO BALTIMORE AND RUNNING OUT OF TIME SALVATION ARMY SEEMED TO WIND UP IN THE HOLE THEY ALL WENT TO HEAVEN IN THEIR LITTLE ROWBOATS CLAP HANDS