Tom Waits | Hoist that Rag
We stick our fingers in the ground
Heave and turn the world around
Smoke is blacking out the sun
At night I pray and clean my gun
The cracked bell rings as the ghost bird sings
The gods go beggin here
So just open fire as you hit the shore
All is fair in love and war
(via burnjoyfully)
(Source: anti.com)
10 Dec 2011 / Reblogged from rustbeltwhiskey with 14 notes / music words
Hoist That Rag - Tom Waits
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