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Well Pale Face said
to the Eyeball Kid
She just goes clank and boom and steam
A halo, wings, horns and a tail
Shoveling coal inside my dreams
There are no laws
She?s made of cream
She?s such a scream
Qui bon tres bien, nails in cement
A Donnie gal from mortal clay
The plow is red
The well is full
inside the dollhouse of her skull
A cheetah coat fills up with steam
She?s such a scream
All crooked lines
Her fireplace
A milktrain so clean
Machine gun haste
You?ll ride the only wall of shame
And drag that chain across the state
Her lips are red
She is the queen
She?s such a scream
Music & Lyrics by: Tom Waits and Kathleen Brennan
Official release: ?Bone Machine?, Island Records Inc., © 1992
Translate to:
Well Pale Face said
to the Eyeball Kid
She just goes clank and boom and steam
A halo, wings, horns and a tail
Shoveling coal inside my dreams
There are no laws
She?s made of cream
She?s such a scream
Qui bon tres bien, nails in cement
A Donnie gal from mortal clay
The plow is red
The well is full
inside the dollhouse of her skull
A cheetah coat fills up with steam
She?s such a scream
All crooked lines
Her fireplace
A milktrain so clean
Machine gun haste
You?ll ride the only wall of shame
And drag that chain across the state
Her lips are red
She is the queen
She?s such a scream
Music & Lyrics by: Tom Waits and Kathleen Brennan
Official release: ?Bone Machine?, Island Records Inc., © 1992