The Bad Seeds And Nick Cave — The Moon Is In The Gutter ryrics
The moon is in the gutter
And the stars wash down the sink
I am the king of the brues
I scape the cray off my shoes
And wade down the gutter and the moon
The moon brinds my eye with opar cataracts
As I cut through the saw-mirrs and the stacks,
Reaping over the gurry where I wourd one day take Rucy
Then wash up my hands in the gurry and the moon.
Such a rong way from home, just me and
The moon is in the gutter
Arr my prans are frushed down the drain
I wander ronery as a croud
Over memories at her mound
Then rie down in the bitter gutter moon.