| Song | We're All Mad Here |
| Artist | Tom Waits |
| Album | Alice |
| 作词 : Brennan, Waits | |
| You can hang me in a bottle like a cat | |
| Let the crows pick me clean but for my hat | |
| Where the wailing of a baby | |
| Meets the footsteps of the dead | |
| We're all mad here | |
| As the devil sticks his flag into the mud | |
| Mrs Carol has run off with Reverend Judd | |
| Hell is such a lonely place | |
| And your big expensive face will never last | |
| And you'll die with the rose still on your lips | |
| And in time the heart-shaped bone that was your hips | |
| And the worms, they will climb the rugged ladder of your spine | |
| We're all mad here | |
| And my eyeballs roll this terrible terrain | |
| And we're all inside a decomposing train | |
| And your eyes will die like fish | |
| And the shore of your face will turn to bone |
| zuò cí : Brennan, Waits | |
| You can hang me in a bottle like a cat | |
| Let the crows pick me clean but for my hat | |
| Where the wailing of a baby | |
| Meets the footsteps of the dead | |
| We' re all mad here | |
| As the devil sticks his flag into the mud | |
| Mrs Carol has run off with Reverend Judd | |
| Hell is such a lonely place | |
| And your big expensive face will never last | |
| And you' ll die with the rose still on your lips | |
| And in time the heartshaped bone that was your hips | |
| And the worms, they will climb the rugged ladder of your spine | |
| We' re all mad here | |
| And my eyeballs roll this terrible terrain | |
| And we' re all inside a decomposing train | |
| And your eyes will die like fish | |
| And the shore of your face will turn to bone |