Check this strange beverage that falls out from the sky
Splashin Bagdad on the Hudson in panther Martin's eyes
He's high and outside wearin' candy apple red
Scarlett gave him twenty-seven stitches in his head
With a pint of green Chartreuse nothin' seems right
You buy the Sunday paper on a Saturday night
Till the Money Runs Out
(T. Waits)
Tom Waits
Rebecca Lepkoff
http://www.tomwaits.com/songs/song/111/Til_The_Money_Runs_Out/
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