Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds - Crow Jane
Crow Jane Crow JaneCrow JaneHorrors in her headThat her tongue dare not nameShe lives alone by the riverThe rolling rivers of painCrow Jane Crow JaneCrow Jane Ah hah huhThere is one shining eye on a hard-hatThe company closed down the mineWinking on waters they cameTwenty hard-hats, twenty eyesIn her clapboard shackOnly six foot by fiveThey killed all her whiskeyAnd poured their pistols dryCrow Jane Crow JaneCrow Jane Ah hah huhSeems you've rememberedHow to sleep, how to sleepThe house dogs are in your turnipsAnd your yard dogs are running all over the streetCrow Jane Crow JaneCrow Jane Ah hah huh"O Mr. Smith and Mr. WessonWhy you close up shop so late?""Just fitted out a girl who looked like a birdMeasured .32, .44, .38I asked that girl which road she was takingSaid she was walking the road of hateBut she stopped on a coal-trolley up to New HavenPopulation: 48"Crow Jane Crow JaneCrow Jane Ah hah huhYour guns are drunk and smokingThey've followed you right back to your gateLaughing all the way back from the new townPopulation, now, 28Crow Jane Crow JaneCrow Jane Ah hah huh