Clap Hands — текст песни (Tom Waits)

Sane, sane, they`re all insane
The fireman`s blind, the conductor`s lame
A Cincinatti jacket and a sack luck dame
Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain
Clap hands, Clap hands
Clap hands, Clap hands
Said roar, roar the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never comin` back here no more
Moon in the window; a bird on the pole
Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
Clap hands, Clap hands
Clap hands, Clap hands
Steam, steam a hundred bad dreams
Goin` up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans

A fifty dollar bill inside a Palladin`s hat
And nobody`s sure where Mr. Knickerbocker`s at
Repeat Second Verse Shine, shine a Roosevelt dime
All the way to Baltimore and runnin` out of time
Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole
They all went to Heaven in the little row boat
Clap hands, Clap hands
Clap hands, Clap hands