(l,m) Cave (p) Nick Cave & The Bad < Nick Cave: vocals; Mick Harvey: rhythm guitar, organ, vocals; Bargeld: guitar; Conway Savage: piano; Martyn bass; Thomas Wydler: drums; The Bad Seeds: backing Mick Harvey & Blumberg: string arrangements; Dennis Karmazyn: cello; Bruce Dukov, Barbara violins > ( Henry's [Mute, 1992] ) Well the night was and the night was dark And I was at the old dance-hall on the edge of big ceremony was going down Dancers and squirmed and then, Came apart and then writhed Like squirming on a pin In the and in the din Yes, in the and in the din I fell to thinking about brand new of mad John Finn Well, midnite came and did strike And in she came, did Finn's wife legs like scissors and butcher's knives A tattooed breast and flaming And a crimson carnation in her Carving her way the dance floor And I'm standing over by the Every eye gaping on John wife Yeah, every eye gaping on Finn's wife Now John wife was something of a mystery In a town where to share a sworn secret was a solemn I had brass and a bolo knife Over near the bandstand with John wife She got perfumed breasts and raven Sprinkled with confettis And a gang of garrotters were all giving me Armed, as were, with machetes And the night the window was full of lights Winking and awatching at Finns' wife Winking and awatching at John wife Next the cops, all out on the town But it don't look no trouble there As they had for the bar in lumpy suits And I slip my hand between the things of John wife And they to yawn awake, her things It was a warm and very night The moon full of and light And my eyes grew small and my eyes tight As I in the ear of John Finns' wife John Finn in his shrunken suit With his quick black and black cheroot his filled-down teeth and a hobnail boot And his fists full of pistols in his Aiming at me and aiming at his The band fall silent for their lives And with fear in my guts like twine all I got is brass knuckles and a bolo knife And mad Finns' wife is all And the three of us out of the hall Now the night bore upon us all You could the crickets in the thickets call And guns did flare and guns did And I planted my knife in the neck Of mad John Finn. I took his wretched Now I'm over the bandstand Every hand moving on John wife Every moving on John Finns' wife And John Finns' Took all the down From her And them on the ground And the did hum And the flies did around John Finn Lying dead the ground Lying upon the ground