put a dead cat
on the railraod tracks
when the wolfbane
is blooming by the trestle
get the eyeball of a rooster
and the stones from a ditch
wash 'em down with bilge water
and say you'll never snitch
and though you have forgotten all of our rubbish dreams
i find myself searching through the ashes of our ruins
for the days when we smiled and the hours that ran wild
with the magic of our eyes and the silence of our words
and sometimes i wonder just for a while
will you ever remember me?
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel you were famous, your heart was a legend. You told me again you preferred handsome men but for me you would make an exception. And clenching your fist for the ones like us who are oppressed by the figures of beauty, you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind, we are ugly but we have the music." And then you got away, didn't you, babe, you just turned your back on the crowd. You got away, I never once heard you say, I need you, I don't need you, I need you, I don't need you and all of that jiving around.
if you smile at me, i will understand
because that is something everybody everywhere
does in the same language i can see by your coat, my friend,
you're from the other side,
there's just one thing i've got to know,
can you tell me please, who won?
say, can i have some of your purple berries? yes, i've been eating them for six or seven weeks now,
haven't got sick once.
probably keep us both alive.
Tom Waits: Wrong Side of the Road
put a dead cat 
