A Box For Black Paul Lyrics - Nick Cave & The Bad Seed

Who'll build a box for Black Paul? 

I'm enquirin' on behalf of his soul 

I'd be beholdin' to ya all for a little information 

Just a little indication, just who will dig the hole? 

When ya done ransackin' his room, grabbin' anythin' that shines 

I throw the scraps down on a street like all his books and his notes 

All his books and his notes and all the junk that he wrote 

The whole fuckin' lot right up in smoke 

Ain't there nothin' sacred anymore? 

Won't someone will build a box for Black Paul? 

They're shootin' off his guns, they're shootin' off their mouths 

Sayin' 'Fuck with us and die', 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 stonin' wall 

Black puppet go to sleep, mama won't scold you anymore 

Armies of ants wade up the little red streams 

Are headin' for the mother pool 

Oh Lord it's cruel, oh man it's hot 

Oh man, it's hot and some of those ants they just clap to the spot 

Who threw the first stone at Black Paul? 

Don't ask us say the critics and the hacks 

The pen pushers and the quacks 

We just come to get the facts 

Oh we just come to get the facts 

Here is the hammer that build the scaffold and built the box 

Here is the shovel that dug a hole in this ground of rocks 

And here is the pile of stones and for each one planted 

God only knows, a blood rose grown and listen 

These are the true demon flowers 

These are the true demon flowers 

Stand back everyone, blood black everyone 

Blood black, stand back 

Who'll build a box for Black Paul? 

And who'll carry it up the hill? 

Not I said the widow, adjusting her veil 

I will not drive the nail or cart his puppet body home 

For I done that one hundred times before 

Yes, one hundred times or more 

And why should I dress his wounds? 

When he has wounded my dress 

Nightly, right across the floor 

Who'll build a box for Black Paul? 

And who'll, who'll carry it up the hill? 

Now who'll bury him in the black soil? 

From the woods and the thickets 

Come the ghosts of his victims 

We love you, I love you 

And this will not hurt a bit 

'Outta my eyes we shall rise to fall, to fall to glory 

Spring up from the [Incomprehensible] 

Spring up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up into death 

Up, up, up, up, up, up, up inhale its breath 

Yes, 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, and, and, and all the angels come on down 

And all you men and women crowd around 

And all the old widows weeping into their skites 

And all the little gals and the little boys 

And the scribes with their pens poised 

All the hullabaloo, all the noise 

All the hullabaloo, all the noise 

All the hullabaloo, all of the noise 

Clears his throat of Black Blood 

And Black Paul singin' like a lonely boy 

Well, I have cried one thousand tears 

And I've cried a thousand tears, it's true 

And the next stormy night you know 

That I'm still cryin' them for you 

Well, I had, I had a gal, she was so sweet 

Red dress, long and red hair hangin' down 

And heaven just ain't heaven 

Without that little girl hangin' around 

Well, am I laughin' about bein' a bad man? 

The Lord knows I done some good things too 

But I confess my soul will never rest until you, until you've built 

Until you build a box for my gal too, my gal too, my gal too