Tom Waits — Bottom of the World

My daddy told me, lookin' back The best friend you'll have is a railroad track So when I was thirteen I said, "I'm rollin' my own And I'm leavin' Missouri and I'm never comin' home" And I'm lost And I'm lost I'm lost at the bottom of the world I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar I'm lost at the bottom of the world Satchel Puddin' and Lord God Mose Sitting by the fire with a busted nose That fresh egg yeller is too damn rare But the white part is perfect for slicking down your hair And I'm lost And I'm lost I'm lost at the bottom of the world I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar I'm lost at the bottom of the world Blackjack Ruby and Nimrod Cain The moon is the color of a coffee stain Jesse Frank and Birdy Jo Hoaks But who is the king of all of these folks? And I'm lost And I'm lost I'm lost at the bottom of the world I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar I'm lost at the bottom of the world Well I dined last night with Scarface Ron On tilapia fish cakes and fried black swan Razor weed onion and peacock squirrel And I dreamed all night about a beautiful girl And I'm lost And I'm lost And I'm lost at the bottom of the world I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar I'm lost at the bottom of the world Well God's green hair is where I slept last He balanced a diamond on a blade of grass Now I woke me up with a cardinal bird And when I wanna talk, he hangs on every word And I'm lost And I'm lost And I'm lost at the bottom of the world I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar I'm lost at the bottom of the world