Clip vidéo

Clip vidéo

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Chant
Ben Jaffe
Ben Jaffe
Tuba
Casey X. Waits
Casey X. Waits
Batterie
Charlie Musselwhite
Charlie Musselwhite
Harmonica
Chris Grady
Chris Grady
Trompette
Clint Maedgen
Clint Maedgen
Saxophone ténor
Flea
Flea
Basse
Keith Richards
Keith Richards
Guitare
Marc Ribot
Marc Ribot
Guitare
Will Bernard
Will Bernard
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Paroles/Composition
Kathleen Brennan
Kathleen Brennan
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Ingénierie de mastérisation originale
Karl Derfler
Karl Derfler
Ingénierie de mixage
Kathleen Brennan
Kathleen Brennan
Production
Peter Lyman
Peter Lyman
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Phillip Rodriquez
Phillip Rodriquez
Assistance d’ingénierie de mastérisation
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Production
Zack Sumner
Zack Sumner
Assistance d’ingénierie

Paroles

[Verse 1]
I had a good home but I left
I had a good home but I left, right, left
That big fucking bomb made me deaf, deaf
A Humvee mechanic put his Kevlar on wrong
I guarantee you'll meet up with a suicide bomb
Hell broke luce
Hell broke luce
Big fucking ditches in the middle of the road
You pay a hundred dollars just for fillin' in the hole
Listen to the general every goddamn word
How many ways can you polish up a turd?
Left, right, left, left, right
Left, right
Hell broke luce
Hell broke luce
Hell broke luce
How is it that the only ones responsible for making this mess
Got their sorry asses stapled to a goddamn desk?
Hell broke luce
Hell broke luce
Left, right, left
What did you do before the war?
I was a chef, I was a chef
What was your name?
It was Geoff, Geoff
I lost my buddy and I wept, wept
I come down from the meth
So I slept, slept
I had a good home but I left, left
Pantsed at the wind for a joke
I pranced right in with the dope
Glanced at her shin she said nope
Left, right, left
Nimrod Bodfish have you any wool
Get me another body bag the body bag's full
My face was scorched, scorched
I miss my home I miss my porch, porch
Left, right, left
Can I go home in March? (March)
My stanch was a chin full of soap
That rancid dinner with the pope
And left, right, left
Kelly Presutto got his thumbs blown off
Sergio's developing a real bad cough
Sergio's developing a real bad cough
Hell broke luce
Hell broke luce
Hell broke luce
Boom went his head away
And boom went Valerie
What the hell was it that the president said?
Give him a beautiful parade instead
Left, right, left
Well I was over here I never got to vote
I left my arm in my coat
My mom she died and never wrote
We sat by the fire and ate a goat
Just before he died he had a toke
Now I'm home and I'm blind
And I'm broke
What is next?
Written by: Kathleen Brennan, Tom Waits
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