Your Funeral... My Trial Lyrics - Nick Cave & The Bad Seed

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 damped with clover 

Bird with crooked wing cast it's 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