We're All Mad Here Lyrics

by Tom Waits

You can hang me in a bottle like a cat
Let the crows pick me clean
But for my hat
Where the wailing of a baby
Meets the footsteps of the dead
We're all mad here

As the devil sticks
His flag into the mud
Mrs. Carol has run off
With Reverend Judd
Hell is such a lonely place
And your big expensive face
Will never last

And you'll die
With the rose still on your lips
And in time, the heart-shaped bone
That was your hips
And the worms, they will
Climb the rugged ladder of your spine
We're all mad here

And my eyeballs
Roll this terrible terrain
And we're all inside
A decomposing train
And your eyes will die like fish
And the shore of your face
Will turn to bone