That Mathilda's the defendant, she killed about a hundredĪnd it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplaceĪn old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey ![]() Manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memoriesĪnd you can ask any sailor and the keys from the jailor The fugitives say that the streets aren't for dreaming now Now I lost my Saint Christopher now that I've kissed herĪnd the maverick Chinaman and the cold-blooded signsĪnd the girls down by the strip-tease shows ![]() Old Bushmill's I staggered, you buried the dagger I begged you to stab me, you tore my shirt open Now the dogs are barking and the taxi cab's parking No one speaks English and everything's broken I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did Tom Traubert’s Blues (Four Sheets to the Wind in Copenhagen) Of course then there's one my all time favourites, Tom Waits. How I've paid for those things in the pastĬold is the color of crystal the snow lightįor I want to swim in the pools of your eyesĭon't you know that nothing can tear us apart ![]() I would honestly argue that Annie Lennox is one of the greatest poets of our time, and as an example of evidence of this I would present the court of public opinion the lyrics to the song cold:
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