Heart Attack And Vine
Composer(s): Tom Waits
Performer(s): Screamin' Jay Hawkins;
and various other artists



Liar, liar with your pants on fire
White spades hanging on the telephone wire
Gamblers reevaluate along the dotted line
You'll never recognize yourself on heartattack and vine
Doctor, lawyer, beggar man, thief
Philly Joe Remarkable looks on in disbelief
If you want a taste of madness you'll have to wait in line
You'll probably see someone you know on heartattack and vine
Boney's high on china white
Shorty found a punk
Don't you know there ain't no devil?
That's just God when he's drunk
Well, this stuff'll probably kill you lets do another line
What you say you meet me down at heartattack and vine
See that little jersey girl in the see-through top,
With the pedal pushers, suckin' on a soda pop
Well I'll bet that she's still a virgin 
But it's only twenty-five to nine
You can see a million of 'em on heartattack and vine
Better off in Iowa against your scrambled eggs
Then crawlin' down Cahuenga on a broken pair of legs
You'll find your ignorance is blissful ev'ry goddamn time
You're waiting for the RTD on heartattack and vine
Boney's high on china white
Shorty found a punk
Don't you know there ain't no devil?
That's just God when he's drunk
Well, this stuff'll probably kill you lets do another line
What you say you meet me down at heartattack and vine