Mr. Siegal Lyrics - Used Songs (1973-1980) - Tom Waits

I spent all my money in a mexican whorehouse 

Across the street from a catholic church 

And then I wiped off my revolver 

And I buttoned up my burgundy shirt 

I shot the morning in the back, with my red wings on 

I told the sun he'd better go back down 

And if i can find a book of matches 

I'm goin' to burn this hotel down. 

You got to tell me brave captain 

Why are the wicked so strong 

How do the angels get to sleep 

When the devil leaves the porchlight on 

Well I dropped thirty grand on the nugget slots 

I had to sell my ass on Fremont street 

And the drummer said there's sanctuary 

Over at the Bagdad room 

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And now it's one for the money 

Two for the show 

Three to get ready 

And go man go, I said 

Tell me Mr. Siegal 

How do I get out of here 

Well Willard's knocked out on a bottle of heat 

Drivin' dangerous curves across the dirty sheets 

He said man you ought to see her 

When her parents are gone 

Man, you ought to hear her when the siren's on 

You got to tell me brave captain 

Why are the wicked so strong 

How do the angels get to sleep 

When the devil leaves the porchlight on 

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Don't you know that ain't no broken bottle 

That i picked up in my headlights 

On the other side of the Nevada line 

Where they live hard die young 

And have a good lookin' corpse every time 

Well the pit-boss said I should keep movin' 

This is where you go when you die 

And so I shot a black beauty 

And I kissed her right between the eyes. 

Well Willard's knocked out on a bottle of heat 

Drivin' dangerous curves across the dirty sheets 

He said man you ought to see her 

When her parents are gone 

Man, you ought to hear her when the siren's on 

You got to tell me brave captain 

Why are the wicked so strong 

How do the angels get to sleep 

When the devil leaves the porchlight on 

I spent all my money in a mexican whorehouse 

Across the street from a catholic church 

And then I wiped off my revolver 

And I buttoned up my burgundy shirt 

I shot the morning in the back, with my red wings on 

I told the sun he'd better go back down 

And if i can find a book of matches 

I'm goin' to burn this hotel down 

And now it's one for the money 

Two for the show 

Three to get ready 

And go man go, I said 

Tell me Mr. Siegal 

How do I get out of here