Tom Waits On The Nickel
It says sticks and stones may break my bones
But I will lways be true,
And when your mama is dead and gone,
I'll sing this lullaby just for you
What becomes of all the little boys
Who never comb there hair
Theyre lined up around the block
On that nickel over there
And if you chew tobacco
And wish apon a star
Youll find where the scarecrows sit
Now they look like punch lines between the cars
And I Know a place where the royal flush never
beats a pair, And even Thomas Jefferson is
on the nickel over there.
So ring around the rosy
Sleeping in the rain
Your always late for supper
Man you let me down again
I thought I heard a mockingbird
Rosevelt knows where
I'm whistling past the graveyard
And they're on the nickel over there
So what becomes of all the little boys
Who run away from home
The world keeps gettin' bigger
once your on your own
Its heads you win, tails they lose
Your on the nickel and your over there
