in whoredom ring All the crooked bitches that she was Mongers of pain saw the moon become a fang Your funeral, my trial, your funeral, my trial Your funeral, my trial
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
Перевод: Ник Кейв и The Bad Seeds. Ваши похороны ... Мой Судебная.
: And no-one saw the carny go And the weeks flew by Until they moved on the show Leaving his caravan behind It was parked out on the south east ridge
your skin Stranger than Kindness 0e?nYou caress yourself And grind my soft cold bones below Your map of desire Burned in your flesh Even a fool can come
fall And just when I'm about to get my hands on her Just when I'm about to get my hands on her Just when I'm about to get my hands on her Just when I
wrong?" Jack said "A home is not a hole" "And shwdow, you're just a gallow that I hang my body from" "O Shadow, your a shackle from wich my time is never
cracks form As I knelt to pray I did not see the crevice yawn, no Sometimes At night I feel the end it is at hand My pistol going crazy in my hand For
gave me a bad review And maybe you think that it's all just water under the bridge Well my UNfriend, I'm the type that holds a grudge I'm your creator
for the rest of my life But I don't really care - I shot my wife And brother, I can't even remember the reason why Oh, it makes a long time man feel bad
by creeping ivy coils O Mary you have seduced my soul And I don't know right from wrong Forever a hostage of your child's world And then I ran my tin
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
and fall And just when I'm about to get my hands on her Just when I'm about to get my hands on her Just when I'm about to get my hands on her Just when
here for the rest of my life But I don't really care - I shot my wife And brother, I can't even remember the reason why Oh, it makes a long time man feel bad
ground by creeping ivy coils O Mary you have seduced my soul And I don't know right from wrong Forever a hostage of your child's world And then I ran my