Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - Deanna Lyrics
O deannaO deanna!O deannaSweet deanna!O deannaYou know you are my friend, yeahO deannaAnd I aint down here for your moneyI aint down here for your loveI aint down here for your love or moneyIm down here for your soulNo carpet on the floorAnd the winding cloth holds many mothsAround your ku klux furnitureI cum of death-head in your frockWe discuss the murder planWe discuss murder and the murder actMurder takes the wheel of your cadillacAnd death climbs in the backO deannaThis is a carO deannaThis is a gunO deannaAnd this a day number oneO deannaOur little crimeworn historiesBlack and smoking christmas treesAnd honey, it aint mysteryWhy youre a mystery to meWe will eat out of their pantriesAnd their parloursAshy leaving in their bedsAnd well unload into their headsOn this mean seasonThis little angel that I squeezinShe aint been mean to meO deannaO deanna!O deannaYou are my friend and my partnerO deannaOn this house on the hillO deannaAnd I aint down here for your moneyI aint down here for your loveI aint down here for your love or moneyIm down here for your soulO deannaI am a-knockingO deannaWith my toolbox and my stockingO deannaAnd Ill meet you on the cornerO deannaYes, you point it like a fingerO deannaAnd squeeze its little thingO deannaFeel its kick, hear its bangAnd let no worry about its issueDont worry about where its beenAnd dont worry about where it hitsCause it just aint yours to sinO deannaNo it just aint your to sinO deannaSweet deannaO deannaAnd we aint getting any youngerO deannaAnd I dont intend gettin any olderO deannaThe sun a hump at my shoulderO deannaO deanna!O deannaSweet deannaO deannaAnd I aint down here for your moneyI aint down here for your loveI aint down here for your love of moneyIm down here for your soul