Tom Traubert's Blues

Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did. I've got what I paid for nowsee ya tomorrow, hey Frank, can I borrowa couple of bucks from you, to goWaltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, you'll go waltzingMathilda 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 the dogs are barking and the taxi cab's parkinga lot they can do for meI begged you to stab meyou tore my shirt open and I'm down on my knees tonight. Old Bushmill's I staggered, you buried the dagger in your silhouette window light go 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, and the maverick Chinamen, and the cold-blooded signs and the girls down by the strip-tease shows gowaltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, you'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
no, I don't want your sympathy, the fugitives say that the streets aren't for dreaming now manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories they want a piece of the action anyhow go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, you'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
and you can ask any sailor, and the keys from the jailor and the old men in wheelchairs know that Mathilda's the defendant, she killed about a hundred and she follows wherever you may go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, you'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
and it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplaceand a wound that will never heal no prima donna, the perfume is on an old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey and goodnight to the street sweepersthe night watchman flame keepersand goodnight to Mathilda too.

~Tom Waits, Small Change