Tom Waits - Bad As Me

You’re the head on the spear You’re the nail on the cross You’re the fly in my beer You’re the key that got lost You’re the letter from Jesus on the bathroom wall You’re mother superior in only a bra You’re the same kind of bad as me I’m the hat on the bed I’m the coffee instead The fish or cut bait I’m the detective up late I’m the blood on the floor The thunder and the roar The boat that won’t sink I just won’t sleep a wink You’re the same kind of bad as me No good you say Well that’s good enough for me You’re the wreath that caught fire You’re the preach to the choir You bite down on the sheet But your teeth have been wired You skid in the rain You’re trying to shift You’re grinding the gears You’re trying to shift And you’re the same kind of bad as me They told me you were no good I know you’ll take care of all my needs You’re the same kind of bad as me I’m the mattress in the back I’m the old gunnysack I’m the one with the gun Most likely to run I’m the car in the weeds If you cut me I’ll bleed You’re the same kind of bad as me You’re the same kind of bad as me