Your Funeral My Trial Songtext - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Your Funeral My Trial - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

[Verse 1]
I am a crooked man
And I've walked a crooked mile
Night, the shameless widow
Doffed her weeds, in a pile
The stars all winked at me
They shamed a child
Your funeral, my trial

[Verse 2]
A thousand Marys lured me
To feathered beds and fields of clover
Bird with crooked wing cast
It's wicked shadow over
A bauble moon did mock
And trinket stars did smile
Your funeral, my trial

[Verse 3]
Here I am, little lamb...
Let all the bells in whoredom ring
All the crooked bitches that she was
Mongers of pain
Saw the moon
Become a fang
Your funeral, my trial


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