Mr. Siegal
Tom Waits Lyrics


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I spent all my money in a mexican whorehouse,
Across the street from a catholic church,
And then I wiped off my revolver,
And I buttoned up my burgundy shirt,

I shot the morning in the back,
With my red wings on,
I told the sun he'd better go back down,
And if I can find a book of matches,
I'm goin' to burn this hotel down.

You got to tell me brave captain,
Why are the wicked so strong,
How do the angels get to sleep,
When the devil leaves the porchlight on.

Well I dropped thirty grand on the nugget slots,
I had to sell my ass on fremont street,
And the drummer said there's sanctuary,
Over at the Baghdad room,

And now it's one for the money, two for the show,
Three to get ready, and go man go,
I said tell me mr. siegel,
How do I get out of here.

Well willard's knocked out on a bottle of heat,
Drivin' dangerous curves across the dirty sheets,
He said man you ought to see her,
When her parents are gone,

Man you ought to hear her when the siren's on.
You got to tell me brave captain,
Why are the wicked so strong,
How do the angels get to sleep,
When the devil leaves the porchlight on.

Don't you know that ain't no broken bottle,
That I picked up in my headlights,
On the other side of the nevada line,
Where they live hard die young,

And have a good lookin' corpse every time,
Well the pit-boss said I should keep movin',
This is where you go when you die,
And so I shot a black beauty,
And I kissed her right between the eyes.

Well willard's knocked out on a bottle of heat,
Drivin' dangerous curves across the dirty sheets,
He said man you ought to see her,
When her parents are gone,
Man you ought to hear her when the siren's on.

You got to tell me brave captain,
Why are the wicked so strong,




How do the angels get to sleep,
When the devil leaves the porch light on.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Tom Wait's "Mr. Siegal" are a somewhat cryptic and fragmented story. The song appears to be about a man who has spent all his money in a Mexican whorehouse, directly across from a Catholic Church. He returns to his hotel, wipes off his revolver, and puts on his burgundy shirt. The singer then shoots the morning in the back while wearing his red wings; he tells the sun to go back down and says if he can find a book of matches, he will burn the hotel down.


The lyrics suddenly shift to the chorus, where the singer asks why the wicked are so strong and how angels can sleep when the devil leaves the porch light on. It then goes to the singer's gambling problems, where he drops thirty grand on the nugget slots and sells his ass on Fremont Street. He is advised to go to the Baghdad Room for sanctuary.


As the song progresses, the singer seems to be in trouble, unable to escape his current circumstances. The chorus is repeated, suggesting a sense of desperation and seeking for answers. He mentions Willard, who is knocked out on a bottle of heat, driving dangerous curves, and speaking about someone who he should see when her parents are gone. The song ends with the singer shooting a black beauty and kissing it right between the eyes.


The meaning of the song is ambiguous, and there could be several interpretations. One possibility is that it reflects the darkness and desperation of life on the fringes, with characters who are stuck in their circumstances and unable to escape. It could also reflect the darker side of human nature, where evil seems to be more powerful than good. The line "How do the angels get to sleep when the devil leaves the porch light on?" could be interpreted as a metaphor for the balance between good and evil in the world.


Line by Line Meaning

I spent all my money in a mexican whorehouse,
I squandered all my wealth in a brothel across from a church, and in preparation for my next act, I cleaned my gun and dressed myself stylishly.


I shot the morning in the back,
I greeted the day with violence and ill intent, while wearing my signature red boots.


I told the sun he'd better go back down,
I taunted the sun and threatened its descent, eager to continue living in darkness and sin.


And if I can find a book of matches, I'm goin' to burn this hotel down.
If I am able to locate a source of fire, I will destroy the place where I have made my temporary dwelling.


You got to tell me brave captain, Why are the wicked so strong, How do the angels get to sleep, When the devil leaves the porchlight on.
I implore you, wise captain, to explain why evil is so prevalent, and how divine beings are able to rest peacefully in a world where wickedness prevails.


Well I dropped thirty grand on the nugget slots, I had to sell my ass on fremont street, And the drummer said there's sanctuary, Over at the Baghdad room,
I recklessly gambled away a large sum of money, which led me to sell myself to survive. A fellow musician suggested I seek refuge in the Baghdad room.


And now it's one for the money, two for the show, Three to get ready, and go man go, I said tell me mr. siegel, How do I get out of here.
I make an allusion to an Elvis Presley song to express my desire to escape my current predicament, and I solicit the advice of Mr. Siegel to find a way out.


Well willard's knocked out on a bottle of heat, Drivin' dangerous curves across the dirty sheets, He said man you ought to see her, When her parents are gone, Man you ought to hear her when the siren's on.
A man named Willard is unconscious due to drug use, and brags about the pleasures of being with a girl when her parents are absent, and even more so when she engages in reckless behavior.


Don't you know that ain't no broken bottle, That I picked up in my headlights, On the other side of the nevada line, Where they live hard die young, And have a good lookin' corpse every time,
I correct a misconception that a broken bottle is a symbol of my tumultuous journey across state lines in Nevada, where people live recklessly and die young but are often seen as attractive even in death.


Well the pit-boss said I should keep movin', This is where you go when you die, And so I shot a black beauty, And I kissed her right between the eyes.
A pit boss advises me to keep moving as the place I have reached is where one goes to perish. In response, I shoot a black horse and kill it instantly.




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Written by: TOM WAITS

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@MaracujaIzSrbije

"I shot the morning in the back with my red wings on, told the sun he'd better go back down" - The most badass line you'd hear in anything, ever

@MathewDRhys

This is a goddamned fact.

@britbeee32

That and "how do the angels get to sleep when the devil leaves the porch light on"

@samlewis7878

This whole album is an epic masterpiece by the great t.Waits - who knows where a guy gets ideas like these? And then he has the stuff to put it to music and press the record button. a thousand thumbs up for this American classic...breath taking,

@Psychonautical89

The most Fallout: New Vegas jam of all time that never actually appears in a Fallout game.

@BusinessMuscles

Why does this have 4k views. This shit is peak Tom Waits.

@nelsonlugo45

Essential Waits right here

@scottmyers4453

This was my first Tom Waits album, probably back in 1984-85.....what an introduction to his music. Thanks Kelly!

@BeatdownRevival

100% Excellent!!!

@danosullivan7239

Best song ever?

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