(l,m) Cave (p) Nick Cave & The Bad < Nick vocals; Mick Harvey: rhythm guitar, organ, backing vocals; Blixa Bargeld: guitar; Savage: piano; Martyn Casey: bass; Wydler: drums; The Bad backing vocals; Mick Harvey & Blumberg: string arrangements; Dennis Karmazyn: cello; Bruce Dukov, Porter: violins > ( Henry's [Mute, 1992] ) Well the night was deep and the was dark And I was at the old dance-hall on the of town Some big ceremony was down Dancers and squirmed and then, Came apart and then again 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 wife of mad Finn Well, came and clock did strike And in she came, did John wife With legs scissors and butcher's knives A tattooed breast and eyes And a carnation in her teeth Carving her way the dance floor And I'm standing by the bandstand Every eye gaping on John Finn's Yeah, every eye gaping on Finn's wife Now Finn's wife was something of a mystery In a where to share a sworn secret was a solemn duty I had knuckles and a bolo knife Over near the bandstand with John wife She got perfumed and raven hair Sprinkled with wedding And a gang of garrotters were all giving me Armed, as they were, with And the night through the was full of lights and awatching at John Finns' wife Winking and awatching at Finns' wife Next came the cops, all out on the But it don't like 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 ferocious night The full of blood and light And my eyes grew small and my eyes tight As I plotted in the ear of John Finns' Enter John Finn in his shrunken With his quick eyes and black cheroot With his filled-down teeth and a boot And his fists full of in his pockets at me and aiming at his wife The band fall silent fearing for lives And with in my guts like tangled twine Cause all I got is brass knuckles and a knife And mad John Finns' is all And the three of us out of the hall Now the night down upon us all You could the crickets in the thickets call And did flare and guns did bawl And I planted my bolo in the neck Of mad Finn. I took his wretched life Now I'm over near the Every hand moving on Finns' wife Every hand moving on Finns' wife And John wife Took all the flowers From her And threw on the ground And the did hum And the flies did around Poor John Lying upon the ground Lying upon the ground