(l,m) Cave (p) Nick & The Bad Seeds < Nick Cave: vocals; Harvey: rhythm guitar, organ, backing vocals; Blixa guitar; Conway Savage: piano; Martyn Casey: bass; Thomas drums; The Bad Seeds: backing Mick Harvey & Blumberg: string arrangements; Dennis Karmazyn: cello; Bruce Dukov, Porter: violins > ( Henry's [Mute, 1992] ) Well the night was deep and the night was And I was at the old dance-hall on the of town big ceremony was going down Dancers and squirmed and then, Came apart and writhed again squirming flies on a pin In the and in the din Yes, in the and in the din I fell to thinking about new wife of mad John Finn Well, came and clock did strike And in she came, did Finn's wife legs like scissors and butcher's knives A tattooed breast and flaming And a carnation in her teeth Carving her way through the dance And I'm over by the bandstand Every eye gaping on Finn's wife Yeah, every eye gaping on John wife Now John Finn's wife was of a mystery In a town where to share a sworn secret was a duty I had knuckles and a bolo knife Over near the bandstand John Finn's wife She got breasts and raven hair Sprinkled with wedding And a gang of garrotters were all giving me Armed, as they were, machetes And the night through the window was of lights Winking and awatching at John Finns' Winking and awatching at John Finns' Next the cops, all out on the town But it look like no trouble there As they had for the bar in their suits And I slip my between the things of John Finn's 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 Enter John 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 fearing for lives And with fear in my guts like tangled Cause all I got is knuckles and a bolo knife And mad John wife is all And the of us walk out of the hall Now the bore down upon us all You hear the crickets in the thickets call And guns did flare and did bawl And I planted my knife in the neck Of mad John Finn. I took his wretched Now I'm over near the Every hand on John Finns' wife Every moving on John Finns' wife And Finns' wife Took all the flowers her hair And threw on the ground And the did hum And the flies did around John Finn Lying dead the ground dead upon the ground