(Tom Waits/K. Brennan)       They're lining up   To mad dog your tilta whirl   3 shots for a dollar   Win a real live doll   All the lies that you tell   I believed them so well, Take them back   Take them back to your red house   For that fearful leap into the dark   I did my time   In the jail of your arms   Now Ophelia wants to know   Where she should turn   Tell me... What did you do,   What did you do the last time?...   Why don't you do that   Go on ahead take this the wrong way   Time's not your friend   Do you cry, Do you pray   Do you wish them away   Do you still leave nothing   But bones in the way   Did you bury the carnival   Lions and all   Excuse me while I sharpen my nails   And just who are you this time?   You look rather tired   (Who drinks from your shoe)   Are you pretending to love   Well I hear that it pays well   How do your pistol and your Bible and your   Sleeping pills go.   Are you still jumping out of windows in expensive clothes?      Well I fell in love   With your sailor's mouth and your wounded eyes.   You better get down on the floor   Don't you know this is war   Tell me who are you this time?   Tell me who are you this time?