Tom Waits — The Wages of Love

Down through the ages All of the sages Said "Don't spend your wages on love" Graft and collusion Bar the intrusion And proceeding foreclosures There's overexposure Down at the crossroads The question is posed Bridge is washed out And the highway's closed Got to have a reason Firmly believe Love was designed To exploit and deceive There's an addendum Wherever you send 'em Every ball and beat in your chest You will see Simple addition Keeps with tradition Don't spend your wages on love Taking any burgh any city or town Just get on Main street and Drive all the way down You see, love has a graveyard Nurtured for those That fell on their sabers And paid through the nose Your shovel's a shot glass Dig your own hole Bury what's left of your miserable soul Down through the ages All of the sages Said "Don't spend your wages on love" Graft and collusion Bar the intrusion And proceeding foreclosures There's overexposure Down at the crossroads The question is posed Bridge is washed out