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 trialOne thousand Marys lured meInto gullies damp with 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