Story Behind the Song
a fun track about a guy working for the "family" and the crazy things he gets involved in. A big doze of black houmor.
Lyrics
Dead man’s Waltz
He had a dwarf on he-s back, who told him what to do
Whispered in his ear
He had a broken glass eye, whiskey for legs
But his limp was ok
He had a gunshot wound he kept under he-s pillow
And a pistol too
He had a job as a cleaner in the family business
Since 1962
We-ll dance, we-ll waltz
This is the dead man, This is the dead man
We-ll dance till you feet are soar
This is the dead man, this is the dead man-s waltz
He had a dirty job and a dirty suit
But new Italian shoes
He went horseback riding round and round
In the city zoo
He spoke to a man who owed him some money
Womb cursed him in vain
He said I-m goanna shoot you, would you kindly show me
Where you like to feel the pain
We-ll dance, we-ll waltz
This is the dead man, This is the dead man
We-ll dance till you feet are soar
This is the dead man, this is the dead man-s waltz
He meet a gypsy woman who looked into his eyes
And took him to bed
She gave him two stones for love and good fortune
The next day he was stone dead
He had a friend at the morgue with a nasty reputation
For dancing with the clientele
When they brought him in cold he spoke in tongues
It’s good to see you again my friend
We-ll dance, we-ll waltz
This is the dead man, This is the dead man
We-ll dance till you feet are soar
This is the dead man, this is the dead man-s waltz
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