Текст песни Tom Waits - We're All Mad Here

You can hang me in a bottle like a cat


Let the crows pick me clean but for my hat


Where the wailing of a baby


Meets the footsteps of the dead


We're all mad here


As the Devil sticks his flag into the mud


Mrs. Carroll has run off with Reverend Judd


Hell is such a lonely place


And your big expensive face


Will never last


And you'll die with the rose still on your lips


And in time the heart-shaped bone


That was your hips


And all the worms they will climb


The rugged ladder of your spine


We're all mad here


And my eyeballs roll this terrible terrain


And we're all inside a decomposing train


And your eyes will die like fish


And the shore of your face will turn to bone