We're All Mad Here
Tom Waits · Other Songs - Tom Waits
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. Carroll 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 all 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
We're All Mad Here
Tom Waits has long been celebrated for his ability to transform the mundane into the surreal, a quality that defines his extensive discography. This track captures the essence of his distinctive approach, blending elements of blues, jazz, and experimental rock into a cohesive soundscape. Known for his gravelly vocals and percussive piano style, Waits often explores themes of urban decay and eccentric characters. The song stands as a testament to his unique voice within the American songwriting tradition, showcasing his knack for creating atmospheric recordings that feel both intimate and expansive. It reflects the artistic maturity found throughout his career, where every note contributes to a larger narrative of human experience and emotional depth.