Your Funeral My Trial
I am a crooked manAnd I've walked a crooked mileNight, the shameless widowDoffed her weeds, in a pileThe stars all winked at meThey shamed a childYour funeral, my trial
A thousand Marys lured meTo feathered beds and fields of gloverBird with crooked wing castIt's wicked shadow overA bauble moon did mockAnd trinket stars did smileYour funeral, my trial
Here I am, little lamb...Let all the bells in whoredom ringAll the crooked bitches that she was(Mongers of pain)Saw the moonBecome a fangYour funeral, my trial