I'm an
innocent victim of a blinded alley
and
I'm tired of all these soldiers here
no one
speaks English, and everything's broken
and
my Stacys are soaking wet
to go
waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, you'll go waltzing Mathilda with
me
now the
dogs are barking
and
the taxi cab's parking
a lot
they can do for me
I begged
you to stab me
you
tore my shirt open
and
I'm down on my knees tonight
Old
Bushmill's I staggered, you buried the dagger in
your
silhouette window light go to go
waltzing
Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, you'll go waltzing
Mathilda
with me
now I
lost my Saint Christopher now that I've kissed her and the one-armed bandit
knows, and the maverick Chinamen, and the cold-blooded signs
and
the girls down by the strip-tease shows go
waltzing
Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, you'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
no, I
don't want your sympathy, the fugitives say that the streets aren't for
dreaming now
manslaughter
dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories
they
want a piece of the action anyhow go
waltzing
Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, you'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
and you
can ask any sailor, and the keys from the jailor
and
the old men in wheelchairs know
that
Mathilda's the defendant, she killed about a hundred
and
she follows wherever you may go
waltzing
Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, you'll go waltzing
Mathilda
with me
and it's
a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace
and
a wound that will never heal
no prima
donna, the perfume is on
an old
shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey
and
goodnight to the street sweepers
the
night watchman flame keepers
and
goodnight to Mathilda tood
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