The Curse Of Millhaven Lyrics - Nick Cave & The Bad Seed

I live in a town called Millhaven 

And it's small and it's mean and it's cold 

But if you come around just as the sun goes down 

You can watch the whole thing turn to gold 

It's around about then that I used to go a-roaming 

La la la la, la la la lie 

All God's children they all gotta die 

My name is Loretta but I prefer Lottie 

I'm closing in on my fifteenth year 

If you think that you have seen a pair of eyes more green 

Then you sure haven't seen them around here 

Well, my hair is yellow and I'm always a-combing 

La la la la, la la la lie 

Mama often told me that we all got to die 

You must have heard about The Curse Of Millhaven 

How last Christmas Bill Blake's little boy didn't come home 

They found him the next week up in One Mile Creek 

With his head bashed in and his pockets full of stones 

Well, just imagine all above wailing and moaning 

La la la la, la la la lie 

Even Bill Blake's boy, he had to die 

Then Professor O'Rye from Millhaven High 

Found nailed to his door his prize-winning terrier 

Then next day the old fool brought little Biko to school 

And we all had to watch as he buried her 

Well, his eulogy to Biko had all the tears a-flowing 

La la la la, la la la lie 

Even God's little creatures, they have to die 

Our little town fell into a state of shock 

A lot of people were saying things that made little sense 

The next thing you know the head of Handyman Joe 

Was found in the fountain of the Mayor's residence 

Well, foul play can really get a small town going 

La la la la, la la la lie 

Even God's children, they have to die 

Then in a cruel twist of fate, old Mrs Colgate 

Was stabbed but the job was not complete 

Well, the last thing she said before the cops pronounced her dead 

Was, "My killer is Loretta and she lives across the street" 

Twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning 

La la la la, la la la lie 

The young ones, the old ones, they all gotta die 

Yes, it is I, Lottie, The Curse Of Millhaven 

I've struck horror in the heart of this town 

Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't yellow 

It's more like the other way around 

I gotta pretty little mouth, underneath all the foaming 

La la la la, la la la lie 

Sooner or later we all gotta die 

Since I was no bigger than a weevil they've been saying I was evil 

That if, "bad" was a boot that I'd fit it 

That I'm a wicked young lady, but I've been trying hard lately 

O fuck it, I'm a monster, I admit it 

Well, it makes me so mad that my blood starts a-going 

La la la la, la la la lie 

Mama always told me that we all gotta die 

Yeah, I drowned the Blakey kid, stabbed Mrs. Colgate, I admit 

Did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed 

But I never crucified little Biko, that was two junior high school psychos 

Stinky Bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head 

I'll sing to the lot, now that you got me going 

La la la la, la la la lie 

All God's children have all gotta die 

There were all of the others, all our sisters and brothers 

You assumed were accidents, best forgotten 

Recall the children who broke through the ice on Lake Tahoo? 

Everyone assumed the "Warning" signs had followed them to the bottom 

Well, they're underneath the house where I do quite a bit of stowing 

La la la la, la la la lie 

Even twenty little children, they had to die 

And the fire of '91 that razed the Bella Vista slum 

That was the biggest shit-fight this country's ever seen 

Insurance companies ruined, land lords getting sued 

All cause of wee girl with a can of gasoline 

Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing 

La la la la, la la la lie 

Well, the rich man, the poor man, they all got to die 

Well, I confessed to all these crimes and they put me on trial 

I was laughing when they took me away 

Off to the asylum in an old black Mariah 

Well, it ain't home, but you know, it's better than jail 

It ain't such a bad old place to have a home in 

La la la la, la la la lie 

All God's children, they all gotta die 

Now I got shrinks that will not rest with their endless Rorschach tests 

I keep telling them they're out to get me 

They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, "Why of course 

There is so much more I could have done if they'd let me" 

So it's Rorschach and Prozac and everything is groovy 

La la la la, la la la lie 

Well, all God's children they all have to die 

La la la la, la la la lie 

I'm happy as a lark and everything is fine 

La la la la, la la la lie 

Yeah, everything is groovy and everything is fine 

La la la la, la la la lie 

Well, all God's children they gotta die