| Tom Waits – Gun Street Girl Lyrics | 11 years ago |
| An old desperado once told me that if I was ever stuck for a drink to get a chunk of stale bread and pour kerosene thru the bread. The bread acts as a filter: retaining the stuff you don't want and furnishing you with the stuff you very much want. I've always thought that it was this that Waits was referring to. Certainly you won't throw a bloodhound off your trail with kerosene, wish you could , but you can't. | |
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