Tom Waits

The higher that the monkey can climb, the more he shows his tail
Call no man happy till he dies, there's no milk at the bottom of the pail
God builds a church, the devil builds a chapel
like the thistles that are growing on the trunk of a tree
All the good in the world you can put inside a thimble
And still have room for you and me
If there's one thing you can say about mankind
There's nothing kind about man
You can drive out nature with a pitch fork
But it always comes roaring back again
Misery's the river of the world
Misery's the river of the world
Misery's the river of the world
The higher that the monkey can climb, the more he shows his tail
Call no man happy till he dies, there's no milk at the bottom of the pail
God tempers all the ruins for the new shorn lands
The devil knows the Bible like the back of his hand
All the good in the world you can put inside a thimble
And still have room for you and me
If there's one thing you can say about mankind
There's nothing kind about man
You can drive out nature with a pitch fork
But it always comes roaring back again
For want of a bird the sky was lost, for want of a nail the shoe was lost
For want of a life a life was lost for want of a toy a child was lost
And misery's the river of the world
Misery's the river of the world
Everybody row, everybody row
Misery's the river of the word
Misery's the river of the world
Misery's the river of the world
Everybody row, everybody row
Everybody row, everybody row
Misery's the river of the world
Misery's the river of the world
Everybody row, everybody row
Everybody row, everybody row
Everybody row
Misery's the river of the world
Misery's the river of the world
Misery's the river of the world
Misery's the river of the world
Everybody row, everybody
Fm Am Fm Am Fm (fades)
Everybody row