Liar, liar, pants on fire

White spades hangin' on a telephone wire

Gamblers reevaluate along the dotted line

You'll never recognise yourself on Heartattack and Vine

 

Doctor, lawyer, beggar man, thief

Philly Joe remarkable looks on in disbelief

You want a taste of madness, you'll have to wait in line

Prob'ly 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, there's just god when he's drunk

This stuff'll prob'ly kill you, let's do another line

What you say you meet me down on Heartattack and Vine

 

See that little Jersey girl, in a see-through top

With the pedal pushers suckin' on a soda pop

Well, I bet she's still a virgin, but it's only 25 till 9

You can see a million of 'em on Heartattack and Vine

 

Better off in Iowa, against your scrambled eggs

Than crawlin' down cahuenga  on a broken pair of legs

You'll find your ignorance is blissful every god damn time

You're waitin' on the RTD on Heartattack and Vine

 

- Tom Waits