UNION SQUARE
By Tom Waits (1985 Jalma Music, ASCAP)
Well, time is always money,
For the boys on Union Square.
You can bust your ass 'till doomsday baby,
Jus' don't forget to say your prayers.
Someone's got a wad on the backstreet,
Sacco got a brand new stack.
You baby is handcuffed on the front seat,
Yeah, you just sit right there and relax.
Aw c'mon, honey...
We're all going down, down
We're going down, down-town,
We're all going down, down,
We're going down, down-town,
Well, they spill out of Cinema 14,
To that drag bar there on the block.
They got the best live show in the whole East Coast,
With a bank rolled up in your sock.
She stand right there for your pleasure,
Half Puerto Rican Chinese.
You got to find your baby somebody to measure,
I'm going to get me some of these.
C'mon honey, do you hear what I'm doing now?
We're all going down, down
We're going down, down-town,
We're all going down, down,
We're going down, down-town,
Four in the morning on a Sunday,
Sacco drinking whiskey in church.
Half pint of festival brandy,
That boys about to falloff his perch.
Well, that guy in the sweater's off duty,
Out in front of the welfare hotel.
The guy in the dress is a beauty
Go all the way, I swear you never can tell.
C'mon honey and pull up your socks.
They say if you never aim, you'll never miss
I wanna learn to eat worms