Tom Waits - A Good Man Is Hard To Find Lyrics
Well I always play Russian roulette in my headSeventeen black or twenty-nine redHow far from the gutter, how far from the pewI will always remember to forget about youA good man is hard to findOnly strangers sleep in my bedAnd my favorite words are 'good-bye'And my favorite color is redA long dead soldier looks out from the frameNo one remembers his war, no one remembers his nameGo out to the meadow, scare off all the crowsIt does nothing but rain here and nothing will growA good man is hard to findOnly strangers sleep in my bedAnd my favorite words are 'good-bye'And my favorite color is...My favorite color is...My favorite color is red