When we last visited LA, we jumped off the freeway for a little while and took surface streets. As we passed the intersection of Hollywood and Vine, I remembered this little ditty. We listened to it on the way to or from someplace and I remember   laughing at the line, "There ain’t no Devil, that’s just God when he’s drunk."

Enjoy some vintage Mr. Waits (at the very end of his "drunken balladeer" phase.)