1.A#Wasted and wounded,
it Fain`t what a moon did.
Gm7I got what I paid C7for now.

FI see you A# tomorrow,
Hey, FFrank, can I borrow
a G9couple of bucks from C7you to go

CHORUS:
FWaltzing MatilGm7da, Fwaltzing MatilA#da, Fyou`ll go waltzing MatilG7da with me.

2. I`m an innocent victim
of a blinded alley,
and I`m tired of all these soldiers here.

And no one speaks English,
and ev`rything`s broken,
and my Staceys are soaking wet, but who`ll go

CHORUS:

3. Now dogs are barkin`
at taxicabs parkin`,
a lot they can do for me.

I begged you to stab me,
you tore my shirt open,
and I`m down on my knees tonight.

Old Bushmills, I staggered,
you bury the dagger.
Your silhouette window light to go

CHORUS:

4. Now I`ve lost my Sint Christopher,
now that I`ve kissed her.
And the one-armed bandit knows.

And the maverick China man,
and the cold blooded signs,
and the girls down by the striptease shows go

CHORUS:

5. No, I don`t want your sympathy,
the fugitiv say,
that the streets aren`t for dreamin` now.

Manslaughter dragnets,
and the ghosts that sell memories,
they want a piece of the action anyhow go

CHORUS:

6. And you can ask any sailor,
and the keys from a jailer,
and the old men in wheelchairs know.

That Matilda`s the defendant,
and she killed about a hundred,
and she follows you wherever you may go

CHORUS:

7. And it`s a battered old suitcase,
to a hotel someplace,
and a wound that will never heal.

No prima donna,
the perfume is on an old Gm7shirt
that is C7stained with Fblood and Gm7whiskey.

F7And good A#night to the street sweepers,
the Fnight watchman, flame keepers,
and good Gm7night MaC7tilda, Ftoo.