Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rebekka Bakken
Vocals
Jorg Achim Keller
Conductor
Heinz-Dieter Sauerborn
Saxophone
Benjamin Steil
Saxophone
Oliver Leicht
Saxophone
Tony Lakatos
Saxophone
Steffen Weber
Saxophone
Rainer Heute
Saxophone
Frank Wellert
Trumpet
Thomas Vogel
Trumpet
Martin Auer
Trumpet
Axel Schlosser
Trumpet
Günter Bollmann
Trombone
Christian Jaksjø
Trombone
Achim Hartmann
Trombone
Peter Reiter
Piano
Martin Scales
Guitar
Thomas Heidepriem
Double Bass
Jean Paul Höchstädter
Drums
Eddy Koopman
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tom Waits
Songwriter
Kathleen Brennan
Songwriter
Jorg Achim Keller
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rebekka Bakken
Producer
Axel Gutzler
Producer
hr-Bigband
Producer
Mike Wayszak
Recording Engineer
Johannes Wohlleben
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I like my town with a little drop of poison
Nobody knows they're lining up to go insane
I'm all alone, I smoked my friends down to the filter
But I feel much cleaner after it rains
And he left in the fall, that's his picture on the wall
He always had that little drop of poison
Did the devil make the world while God was sleeping
You'll never get a wish from a bone
Another wrong goodbye and a hundred sailors
That deep blue sky is my home
And he left in the fall, that's his picture on the wall
He always had that little drop of poison
Well, well, well-well
Well, a rat always knows when he's in with weasels
Here you lose a little every day
Well, I remember when a million was a million
They all have ways to make you pay
And he left in the fall, that's his picture on the wall
He always had that little drop of poison
And he left in the fall, that's his picture on the wall
He always had that little drop of poison
Writer(s): Kathleen Brennan, Thomas Alan Waits
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