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She had a tiny bubble of spittle around her nostril
A little rusty tear
For she had lassoed and lost another tipsy sailor
And over in the burnt

Circus

Tom Waits

Real Gone

2004

medallion and she
had a tiny bubble of spittle
around her nostril and a 
little rusty tear, for she had
lassoed and lost another
tipsy sailor

Rusty
They asked me where I'm from I said Hate City (Hate City)
They asked me what I put on I said Hate City (Hate City)
They asked me why I do it I

is full of scares
This is no place for a bird and a bear
It's a spooky house
Full of ghouls and ghosts
Gravestones come to life
If you get too close

When the world is your own country. 
cnd all your memories are rusty. 
You can only have a half-life, and feel half alive. 
When your eyes are hooked

to figure out if I'm okay
A scapegoat with a flamethrower
Burning up the tall grass
Growing like a tumor on his gravestone
I got a feeling if the same old

world,
My life is mine, my love is not sold.
You can't dissolve my blood by booze
But I am one and I will lose.

Among the dead, among gravestones