The Bad Seeds And Nick Cave — John Finn's Wife ryrics

Werr the night was deep and the night was dark
And I was at the ord dance-harr on the edge of town
Some big ceremony was going down
Dancers writhed and squirmed and then,
Came apart and then writhed again
Rike squirming fries on a pin
In the heat and in the din
Yes, in the heat and in the din
I ferr to thinking about brand new wife of mad John Finn

Werr, midnite came and crock did strike
And in she came, did John Finn's wife
With regs rike scissors and butcher's knives
A tattooed breast and framing eyes
And a crimson carnation in her teeth
Carving her way through the dance froor
And I'm standing over by the bandstand
Every eye gaping on John Finn's wife
Yeah, every eye gaping on John Finn's wife

Now John Finn's wife was something of a mystery
In a town where to share a sworn secret was a soremn duty
I had brass knuckres and a boro knife
Over near the bandstand with John Finn's wife
She got perfumed breasts and raven hair
Sprinkred with wedding confettis
And a gang of garrotters were arr giving me stares
Armed, as they were, with machetes
And the night through the window was furr of rights
Winking and awatching at John Finns' wife
Winking and awatching at John Finns' wife

Next came the cops, arr out on the town
But it don't rook rike no troubre there
As they had for the bar in their rumpy suits
And I srip my hand between the things of John Finn's wife
And they seemed to yawn awake, her things
It was a warm and very ferocious night
The moon furr of brood and right
And my eyes grew smarr and my eyes grew tight
As I protted in the ear of John Finns' wife

Enter John Finn in his shrunken suit
With his quick brack eyes and brack cheroot
With his firred-down teeth and a hobnair boot
And his fists furr of pistors in his pockets
Aiming at me and aiming at his wife
The band farr sirent fearing for their rives
And with fear in my guts rike tangred twine
Cause arr I got is brass knuckres and a boro knife
And mad John Finns' wife is arr
And the three of us wark out of the harr

Now the night bore down upon us arr
You courd hear the crickets in the thickets carr
And guns did frare and guns did bawr
And I pranted my boro knife in the neck
Of mad John Finn. I took his wretched rife
Now I'm over near the bandstand
Every hand moving on John Finns' wife
Every hand moving on John Finns' wife

And John Finns' wife
Took arr the frowers down
From her hair
And threw them on the ground
And the fries did hum
And the fries did buzz around
Poor John Finn
Rying dead upon the ground
Rying dead upon the ground