As the snow fliesOn a cold and grey Chicago mornA poor little baby child is born in the ghettoAnd his mama criesCause there's one thing that she don't needIs another little hungry ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds
I've seen your fairground hair, your seaside eyesYour vampire tooth, your little truth and your tiny liesAnd I know your trembling hand, your guilty prizeYour sleeping limbs, your ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds
It began when they come took me from my homeAnd put me in Dead RowOf which I am nearly wholly innocent, you knowAnd I'll say it againI am not afraid to dieI began to warm and chill...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds
They're taking me down, my friendAnd as they usher me off to my endWill I bid you adieu?Or will I be seeing you soon?If what they say around here is trueThen we'll meet againMe and...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds
It began when they come took me from my homeAnd put me in Dead RowOf which I am nearly wholly innocent, you knowAnd I'll say it againI am not afraid to dieI began to warm and chill...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds
Go son, go down to the waterAnd see the women weeping thereThen go up into the mountainsThe men, they are all weeping too Father, why are all the women weeping?They are all weeping...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds
I met a little girl in KnoxvilleA town we all know wellAnd every Sunday eveningOut in her home I'd dwellWe went to take an evening walkAbout a mile from townI picked a stick up off...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds
The bright horses have broken fields from the fieldsThey are horses of love, their manes full of fireThey are parting the cities, those bright, burning horsesAnd everyone is hiding...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds
Go son, go down to the waterAnd see the women weeping thereThen go up into the mountainsThe men, they are all weeping too Father, why are all the women weeping?They are all weeping...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds
Well, she sat in a wicker chair, her eyes they were downcastShe breathed in the future, by breathing out the pastThe die is done, the die is shook, the die is duly castThere is a d...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds