| Little Drop Of Poison (Tom Waits/Kathleen Brennan 1997) |
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| I like my town with a little drop of poison Nobody knows they’re lining up to go insane I’m all alone, I smoke my friends down to the filter But I feel much cleaner after it rainsAnd she left in the fall, that’s her picture on the wall She always had that little drop of poison Did the devil make the world while God was sleeping? And she left in the fall, that’s her picture on the wall Well, a rat always knows when he’s in with weasels And she left in the fall, that’s her picture on the wall And she left in the fall, that’s her picture on the wall |
