Tom Waits — The Black Rider

Come on along with the Black Rider We'll have a gay old time Lay down in the web of the black spider I'll drink your blood like wine So come on in, it ain't no sin Take off your skin And dance around in your bones So come on along with the Black Rider We'll have a gay old time Step right up and hold right on there, little Have your tickets ready, under twelve are free You just come along Anchors away with the Black Rider I'll drink your blood like wine I'll drop you off in Harlem with the Black Rider Out where the bullets shine And when you're done, you'll cock your gun The blood will run like ribbons through your hair Just come on along with the Black Rider We'll have a gay old time Lines form to the left Have your tickets ready See the dog-faced boy Well, just come on along with the Black Rider I've got just the thing for thee Come on along with the Black Rider I want your company Well, I think I'll have the veal, a lovely meal That's how I feel, may I use your skull for a bowl? Just come on along with the Black Rider We'll have a gay old We'll have a gay old We'll have a gay old We'll have a gay old We'll have a gay old time