The Curse Of Millhaven Lyrics - Murder Ballads - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

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 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 

And if you think that you've seen a pair of eyes more green 

Then you sure haven't seen them around here 

My hair is yellow and I'm always a-combing 

La la-la-la, la la-la-lie 

Mama oft' told me that we all got to die! 

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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 the 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 

Then the next thing you know the head of Handyman Joe 

Was found in the fountain of the Mayor's residence 

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! 

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 got to 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! 

It makes me so mad that my blood really starts a-going 

La la-la-la, la la-la-lie 

Mama always told me that we all gotta die! 

Yeah, I drowned the Baley 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 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 

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

Insurance companies ruined, land lords getting sued 

All cause of a wee girl with a can of gasoline 

Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing! 

La la-la-la, la la-la-lie 

The rich men, and the poor men, 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 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 that I think 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 

All God's children they all have to die 

La la-la-la, la la-la-lie 

I'm happy as a lark now and everything is fine 

La la-la-la, la la-la-lie 

Yeah, everything is groovy, everything is fine 

La la-la-la, la la-la-lie 

All God's children they gotta die