Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - Your Funeral My Trial

F Am
i Am a crooked man
F Am
and i’ve walked a crooked mile
Em G
night , the shameless widow
Am G Em Dm
doffed her weeds , in a pile
Em F G
the stars all winked at me
Em F G
they shamed a child
F G
your funeral , my trial

F Am
one thousand marys lured me
F Am
into gulleys damp with clover
Em G
bird with crooked wing cast
Am G Em Dm
its wicked shadow over
Em F G
a bauble moon did mock
Em F G
and trinket stars did smile
F G
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