Telephone Call from Istanbul Lyrics

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Cover art for Telephone Call from Istanbul lyrics by Tom Waits

All night long on the broken (heroin) glass (syringe)\nLivin\' in a medicine chest\nMediterranean hotel (hole) back (syringe) sprawled across a roll top desk (arm)\nThe monkey (habit) rode the blade (syringe) on an overhead fan (veins)\nThey paint (sell?) the donkey blue (heroin) if you pay\nI got a telephone call (communication) from Istanbul (source)\nMy baby\'s (habit) coming home today (satisfaction)