Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Your Funeral My Trial Lyrics

I am a crooked man
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

One thousand Marys lured me
Into gullies damned with clover
Bird with crooked wing cast
Its wicked shadow over
The bauble moon did mock
And trinket stars did smile
Your funeral, my trial

Here I am, little lamb
Let all the bells in whoredom ring
All the crooked bitches that she was
Mongers of pain
Saw the moon
Become a fang
Your funeral, my trial

Your funeral, my trial

Your funeral, my trial