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Lyrics for 'Clap Hands' 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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