(sung by tico torres)      Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the mood did,   I've got what I prayed for now   I'll see you tomorrow, hey frank, can I borrow a couple of bucks from you   To go waltzing mathilda, waltzing mathilda,   You'll go waltzing mathilda with me      I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley   And I'm tired of all these soldiers here   No one speaks english, and everything's broken, and my stacys are   Soaking wet to go waltzing mathilda, waltzing mathilda,   You'll go waltzing mathilda with me      Now I lost my saint christopher now that I've kissed her   And the one-armed bandit knows   That the maverick chinaman with his cold-blooded style   And the girls stand by the strip-tease shows, go   Waltzing mathilda, waltzing mathilda,   You'll go waltzing mathilda with me      Now I don't want your sympathy, the fugitive says   That the streets ain't for dreaming now   Manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories,   Want a piece of the action anyhow   Go waltzing mathilda, waltzing mathilda,   You'll go waltzing mathilda with me      It's a battered old suitcase in a hotel someplace,   And a wound that will never heal   No prima donnas, the perfume is on   It's an old shirt that's stained with blood and whiskey   And goodnight to the street sweepers, the night watchmen, the flame   Keepers   Goodnight mathilda, too   And goodnight mathilda, too