Clap Hands - Natali Felicia

Sane, sane, they’re all insane

The fireman’s blind, the conductor’s lame

A Cincinnati jacket and a sad luck dame

Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain

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Said roar, roar the thunder and the roar

Son of a bitch is never comin' back here no more

Moon in the window and a bird on the pole

We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal

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Said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams

Goin' up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans

A fifty dollar bill inside of Paladin’s hat

And nobody’s sure where Mr. Knickerbocker’s at

Said roar, roar the thunder and the roar

Son of a bitch is never comin' back here no more

Moon in the window and a bird on the pole

Always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal

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I said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams

Goin' up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans

A fifty dollar bill inside of Paladin’s hat

And nobody’s sure where Mr. Knickerbocker’s at

Shine, shine a Roosevelt dime

All the way to Baltimore and runnin' out of time

The Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole

They all went to Heaven in a little row boat

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