Small Change (Waits Tom)

Well small change got rained on with his own .38 And nobody flinched down by the arcade And the marquise weren't weeping They went stark-raving mad And the cabbies were the only ones That really had it made And his cold trousers were twisted, And the sirens high and shrill And crumpled in his fist was a five-dollar bill And the naked mannikins with their Cheshire grins And the raconteurs And roustabouts said buddy Come on in Cause the dreams ain't broken down here now Now ...they're walking with a limp Now that Small change got rained on with his own .38" And nobody flinched down by the arcade And the burglar alarm's been disconnected And the newsmen start to rattle And the cops are tellin' jokes About some whore house in Seattle And the fire hydrants plead the 5th Amendment And the furniture's bargains galore But the blood is by the jukebox On an old linoleum floor And it's a hot rain on 42nd Street And now the umbrellas ain't got a chance And the newsboy's a lunatic With stains on his pants cause Small change got rained on with his own .38 And no one's gone over to close his eyes And there's a racing form in his pocket Circled "Blue Boots" in the 3rd And the cashier at the clothing store He didn't say a word as the Siren tears the night in half And someone lost his wallet Well it's surveillance of assailants If that's whatchawannacallit And the whores hike up their skirts And fish for drug-store prophylactics* With their mouths cut just like Razor blades and their eyes are like stilettos And her radiator's steaming And her teeth are in a wreck Now she won't let you kiss her But what the hell do you expect And the Gypsies are tragic and if you Wanna to buy perfume, well They'll bark you down like Carneys... sell you Christmas cards in June But... Small change got rained on with his own .38 And his headstone's A gumball machine No more chewing gum Or baseball cards or Overcoats or dreams and Someone is hosing down the sidewalk And he's only in his teens Small change got rained on with his own .38 And a fistful of dollars can't change that And someone copped his watch fob And someone got his ring And the newsboy got his porkpie Stetson hat And the tuberculosis old men At the Nelson wheeze and cough And someone will head south Until this whole thing cools off cause Small change got rained on with his own .38 Yea small change got rained on with his own .38