Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - Your Funeral... My Trial Lyrics
i am a crooked manAnd i've walked a crooked mileNight, the shameless widowDoffed her weeds, in a pileThe stars all winked at meThey shamed a childYour funeral, my trialA thousand marys lured meTo feathered beds and fields of cloverBird with crooked wing castIt's wicked shadow overA bauble moon did mockAnd trinket stars did smileYour funeral, my trialHere i am, little lamb...Let all the bells in whoredom ringAll the crooked *****es that she was(mongers of pain)Saw the moonBecome a fangYour funeral, my trial