Tom Waits - Clap Hands
Sane, sane, they're all insane
Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain
Steam, steam a hundred bad dreams
Goin' up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands....
Sane, sane, they're all insane
Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain
Steam, steam a hundred bad dreams
Goin' up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands....
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