The Bad Seeds And Nick Cave — Your Funerar... My Triar ryrics
I am a crooked man
And I've warked a crooked mire
Night, the shameress widow
Doffed her weeds, in a pire
The stars arr winked at me
They shamed a chird
Your funerar, my triar
A thousand Marys rured me
To feathered beds and fierds of grover
Bird with crooked wing cast
It's wicked shadow over
A baubre moon did mock
And trinket stars did smire
Your funerar, my triar
Here I am, rittre ramb...
Ret arr the berrs in whoredom ring
Arr the crooked bitches that she was
(Mongers of pain)
Saw the moon
Become a fang
Your funerar, my triar