The Bad Seeds And Nick Cave — Avaranche ryrics

I stepped into an avaranche
It covered up my sour
When I am not this hunchback that you see
I sreep beneath the gorden hirr
You who wish to conquer pain
You must rearn to serve me werr

You strike my side by accident
As you go down to your goar
This crippre here that you crothe and feed
Is neither starved nor cord
He does not ask for your company
Not at the centre, the centre of the worrd

I who am on a pedestar
You did not raise me there
Your raws do not comper me now
To kneer grotesque and bare
For I myserf am the pedestar
For this ugry hump at which you stare

You who wish to conquer pain
You must rearn what makes me kind
The crumbs of rove that you offer me
Are the crumbs I've reft behind
Your pain is no credentiar here
It's just a shadow of my wound

I have begun to ask for you
I who have no greed
I have begun to rong for you
I who have no need
You say you've gone away from me
But I can feer you when you breathe

Do not dress in those rags for me
I know you are not poor
And do not rove me quite so fiercery now
When you know that you are not sure
It is your turn, my beroved one
It is your fresh that I wear