Waits, Tom - Mr. Siegal Lyrics






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, 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. siegel, 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.

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 when the bitch is wound up, and her parents
are gone, man you ought to hear her with the siren 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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  1. R.... R....

    Happy "70" Tom. yur fuckin amazin.

  2. a.... j....

    Lyrics
    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 Baghdad room,


    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. siegel,
    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.


    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 porch light on.

  3. k.... m....

    Sitting in New York 3000 miles from my family with a bottle of whiskey next to me. For some reason I felt like listening to Tom

  4. B.... C....

    Gangstalking is real, Scientology, the Stasi, and COINTELPRO have all used and currently use these tactics.

    COINTELPRO
    From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

    COINTELPRO memo proposing a plan to expose the pregnancy of actress Jean Seberg, a financial supporter of the Black Panther Party, hoping to "possibly cause her embarrassment or tarnish her image with the general public". Covert campaigns to publicly discredit activists and destroy their interpersonal relationships were a common tactic used by COINTELPRO agents.

    COINTELPRO (portmanteau derived from COunter INTELligence PROgram) (1956–1971) was a series of covert, and at times illegal,[1][2] projects conducted by the United States Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) aimed at surveilling, infiltrating, discrediting, and disrupting domestic political organizations.[3][4] FBI records show that COINTELPRO resources targeted groups and individuals that the FBI deemed subversive,[5] including the Communist Party USA,[6] anti–Vietnam War organizers, activists of the civil rights movement or Black Power movement (e.g. Martin Luther King Jr., the Nation of Islam, and the Black Panther Party), feminist organizations,[7] the American Indian Movement (AIM), independence movements (such as Puerto Rican independence groups like the Young Lords), and a variety of organizations that were part of the broader New Left. The FBI claimed the program also targeted the Ku Klux Klan, however that later turned out to be false.[8] The FBI also financed, armed, and controlled an extreme right-wing group of former members of the Minutemen anti-communist para-military organization, transforming it into a group called the Secret Army Organization that targeted groups, activists, and leaders involved in the Anti-War Movement, using both intimidation and violent acts.[9][10][11]

    The FBI has used covert operations against domestic political groups since its inception; however, covert operations under the official COINTELPRO label took place between 1956 and 1971.[12] COINTELPRO tactics are still used to this day, and have been alleged to include discrediting targets through psychological warfare; smearing individuals and groups using forged documents and by planting false reports in the media; harassment; wrongful imprisonment; and illegal violence, including assassination.[13][14][15][16] The FBI's stated motivation was "protecting national security, preventing violence, and maintaining the existing social and political order."[17]

    Beginning in 1969, leaders of the Black Panther Party were targeted by the COINTELPRO and "neutralized" by being murdered, assassinated, imprisoned, publicly humiliated or falsely charged with crimes. Some of the Black Panthers affected included Fred Hampton, Mark Clark, Zayd Shakur, Geronimo Pratt, Mumia Abu-Jamal,[18] and Marshall Conway. Common tactics used by COINTELPRO were perjury, witness harassment, witness intimidation, and withholding of evidence.[19][20][21]

    FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover issued directives governing COINTELPRO, ordering FBI agents to "expose, disrupt, misdirect, discredit, or otherwise Neutralize" the activities of these movements and especially their leaders.[22][23] Under Hoover, the agent in charge of COINTELPRO was William C. Sullivan.[24] Attorney General Robert F. Kennedy personally authorized some of the programs.[25] Although Kennedy only gave written approval for limited wiretapping of Martin Luther King's phones "on a trial basis, for a month or so",[26] Hoover extended the clearance so his men were "unshackled" to look for evidence in any areas of King's life they deemed worthy.[27]

    B.... C....

    Broken Clock Your clock is broken!

  5. p.... t....

    Why ARE the wicked so strong?

    p.... t....

    No morals or ethics along with a line of BS the devil is envious of.

  6. R.... ....

    Believe it or not... Pretty sure I made the Bagdad Room in the early 90s.... about 10 years before I ever heard this song...🤔🍸

  7. m.... ....

    This song makes me want to spend all of my money at a Mexican whorehouse across the street from a Catholic Church.

    m.... ....

    true story, a very scary homeless individual approached me a couple years ago, asking for money. I had no money on me, but told him "I spent all my money at a Mexican whorehouse across the street from a Catholic church". He laughed and said "lucky, sounds like something I would have done!"

    m.... ....

    You'll find several in Tijuana.

    m.... ....

    Go for it!

    m.... ....

    @Sean Gallagher We meet some strange bedfellows along the path of life. Live and LEARN.

  8. i.... ....

    I'm just buttoning up my burgandy shirt. A great album, thanks for posting.