Aus der Reihe “Lieblingssongs — schon immer falsch mitgesungen”, heute Teil 2: Cold Cold Ground von Tom Waits.

Crest fallen sidekick in an old cafe
Never slept with a dream before he had to go away
Theres a bell in the tower
Uncle ray bought a round
Dont worry about the army
In the cold cold ground
Now dont be a cry baby
When theres wood in the shed
Theres a bird in the chimmney
And a stone in my bed
When the roads washed out
They pass the bottle around
And wait in the arms
Of the cold cold ground
Cold cold ground
Theres a ribbon in the willow
And a tire swing rope
And a briar patch of berries
Takin over the slope
The catll sleep in the mailbox
And well never go to town
Til we bury every dream in
The cold cold ground
Cold cold ground
Gimme a winchester rifle and a whole box of shells
Blow the roof off the goat barn
Let it roll down the hill
The piano is firewood
Times square is a dream
I find well lay down together in the cold cold ground
Cold cold ground
Cold cold ground
Call the cops on the breedloves
Bring a Bible and a rope
And a whole box of rebel
And a bar of soap
Make a pile of trunk tires
And burn em all down
Bring a dollar with you baby
In the cold cold ground
Cold cold ground
Take a weathervane rooster
Throw rocks at his head
Stop talking to the neighbors
Til we all go dead
Beware of my temper
And the dog that Ive found
Break all the windows in the
Cold cold ground
Cold cold ground

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! Passend dazu hat Nicorola einen Song von Tom Waits aus dem Netz gefischt.