Nothin' Seems Right

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

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Rebecca Lepkoff

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