The Curse Of Millhaven Lyrics - Murder Ballads - Nick Cave

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 town turn to gold 

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

Singing 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 you have seen a pair of eyes more green 

Then you sure didn't see them around here 

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

La la la la la la la lie 

Mama often told me 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 next week in one mile creek 

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 little billy 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 

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 all have to die 

Then, in a cruel twist of fate, old mrs colgate 

Was stabbed but the job was not complete 

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 weavil 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 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 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 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 wee girl with a can of gasoline 

Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing 

La la la la la la la lie 

Rich man, poor man, 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 

It ain't home, but you know, it's fucking 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 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 

Singing 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 and everything is fine 

Singing la la la la la la la lie 

Yeah, everything is groovy and everything is fine 

Singing la la la la la la la lie 

All god's children they gotta die