Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds Your Funeral... My Trial текст песни, слова песни Your Funeral... My Trial Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds
Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - 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
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
Here I am, little lamb...
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