paroles de chanson Clap Hands - Quintorigo
(By
Tom
Waits)
Sane,
sane,
they're
all
insane,
fireman's
blind,
the
conductor
is
lame
A
Cincinnati
jacket
and
a
sad-luck
dame
Hanging
out
the
window
with
a
bottle
full
of
rain
Clap
hands,
clap
hands,
clap
hands,
clap
hands
Said
roar,
roar,
the
thunder
and
the
roar
Son
of
a
bitch
is
never
coming
back
here
no
more
The
moon
in
the
window
and
a
bird
on
the
pole
We
can
always
find
a
millionaire
to
shovel
all
the
coal
Clap
hands,
clap
hands,
clap
hands,
clap
hands
Said
steam,
steam,
a
hundred
bad
dreams
Going
up
to
Harlem
with
a
pistol
in
his
jeans
A
fifty-dollar
bill
inside
a
palladin's
hat
And
nobody's
sure
where
Mr.
Knickerbocker's
at
Roar,
roar,
the
thunder
and
the
roar
Son
of
a
bitch
is
never
coming
back
here
no
more
Moon
in
the
window
and
a
bird
on
the
pole
Can
always
find
a
millionaire
to
shovel
all
the
coal
Clap
hands,
clap
hands,
clap
hands,
clap
hands
I
said
steam,
steam,
a
hundred
bad
dreams
Going
up
to
Harlem
with
a
pistol
in
his
jeans
A
fifty-dollar
bill
inside
a
palladin's
hat
And
nobody's
sure
where
Mr.
Knickerbocker's
at
Shine,
shine,
a
Roosevelt
dime
All
the
way
to
Baltimore
and
running
out
of
time
Salvation
Army
seemed
to
wind
up
in
the
hole
They
all
went
to
heaven
in
a
little
row
boat
Clap
hands,
clap
hands,
clap
hands,
clap
hands
Clap
hands,
clap
hands,
clap
hands,
clap
hands
Clap
hands,
clap
hands,
clap
hands,
clap
hands
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