A Box For Black Paul Lyrics - Singles - Cave Nick

Who'll build a box for Black Paul? 

Ah'm enquirin on behalf of his soul 

Ah'd be beholdin to ya all 

For a lil information, yes some kinda information 

Just who'll dig the hole? 

When ya done ransackin his room 

grabbin anything that shines, 

throw the scrap down on the street 

Like all his books and his notes. 

All the junk that he wrote 

the whole fucken lot right up in smoke 

Aint there nuthin sacred anymore 

Someone will build a box for Black Paul? 

And there shootin off his guns 

and there shootin off their mouths 

saying 'Fuck with us ... and die!' 

(Let's see that rat of fear go scuttle in their skulls) 

'Cover that eye! Cover that frozen eye!' 

Black-puppet, in a heap up against the stoning-wall 

Blud-puppet, go to sleep, ma-ma won't scold ya anymore 

Armies of ants, wade up the lil red streams 

they're headin for the mother-pool 

O lord, it's cruel, O man it's hot! 

And some of them ants they yes ilot to the spot 

Who threw the first stone at Black Paul? 

'Don't ack us', say the critics and the hacks 

The pen-pushers and the quacks 

'We jes cum to git dah facks!' 

'We jes cum to git dah facks!' 

Hey,hey,hey,hey... 

Here is the hammer, that build the scaffold, 

and built the box... 

Here is the shovel, that dug the hole, 

in this ground of rocks... 

And here is the pile of stones! 

and for each one planted, God only knows, 

a blud-rose grown... 

These are the true Demon-Flowers! 

These are the true Demon-Flowers! 

Stand back everyone! Blud-black everyone! 

Who'll build a box for Black Paul? 

Who'll carry it up the hill? 

Not I', said the widow, adjusting his veil 

'Ah will not drive the nail 

Or cart his puppet-body home, 

For ah done that one hundred times before, 

Yeah! ah done that one hundred times or more, 

And why should ah dress his wounds? 

When he has wounded my dress, nighty, 

Right across the floor' 

Who'll build a box for Black Paul? 

Who'll carry it up the hill? 

Who'll bury it in the black-soil? 

And from the words and the thickets 

Come the ghosts of his victims 

'We love you!' 

'Ah love you!' 

'and this will not hurt a bit, 

we'll go up,up,up,up,up into Death 

up,up,up,up, inhale its breath 

O yeah, Death favours those that favor Death' 

Here is the stone, and this is the inscription at bare 

'Below Lies Black Paul, Under The Upper... 

But Above and Beyond The Surface-Flat-Fall There.' 

And all the angels come on down, 

And all you men and women crowd around 

And all the widows weeping into their skirts 

And all the lil gals and the lil Boys 

And the scribes with mein-pens parsed 

All the hullaballoo, all the norse 

All the hullaballoo, all the noise 

All the hullaballoo, all of the noise 

clears his throat of black blut 

singin Black Paul like a lonely boy... 

We-e-e-ll, ah have cryed one thousand tears 

Ah've cryed a thousand tears, its true 

And the next stormy night ya know, 

That ah'm still cryin them for you 

Well, ah had a gal she was so sweet, 

Red dress, and long red hair hangin down 

And heaven yes ain't heaven 

Without that lil gal hangin around 

Well, ya know ah've loin a bad-man 

and Lord knows ah dun some good things too 

But ah confess, my soul will never rest 

Until you, until you build 

Until ya build a box for my gal, too.