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(l,m) Cave
(p) Nick Cave & The Bad
< Nick Cave: vocals; Mick rhythm guitar;
Blixa Bargeld: guitar; Conway Savage:
Casey: bass; Thomas Wydler: drums;
The Bad Seeds: vocals;
Mick Harvey & David Blumberg: arrangements;
Dennis cello; Bruce Dukov, Barbara Porter: violins >
( Henry's Dream [Mute, )

I went out the other day
The hung wet around my neck
My head it rung screams and groans
the night I spent amongst her bones
I past beside the mission
Where mad old buzzard, the reverend,
and flapped about life after your dead
Well, I thought about my friend,
How they rolled him in
And shot him in the
A bloody halo, like a
Circling his
And I bellowed at the
Looks like the rains are to stay
And the pissed down upon me
And washed me all

Papa won't leave you,
won't leave you, Boy
Papa leave you, Henry
Papa leave you, Boy
Well, the is long
And the road is
And many fall by the
But Papa leave you, Henry
So ain't no need to cry
And I on down the road
He on down the road
And I went on the road
He went on the road
Well, the moon it looked
something you should pity
Spent an
Above the sizzling wires of the
Well, it reminded me of her
Her bleached and eyes
Her was like a curtain
Falling open with the
And with the lies
But the of her still lingers on
she's passed through me
And is
The dogs, they are barking
And the children on the streets
And the tears we will weep today
Will all be away
By the tears that we will weep tomorrow
won't leave you, Henry
Papa leave you, Boy
Papa won't leave you,
Papa won't you, Boy
For the road is
And the is hard
And many by the side
But Papa won't you, Henry
So there no need to cry
And I on down the road
He went on down the
And I went on down the
He on down the road
And I came upon a house
A house upon a hill
And I entered through, the curtain
the house with its blood-red bowels
Where women with greasy fists
the ceilings and the walls
They filled me full of
And led me round the
Naked and and grinning
Until everything black
And I came spinning
I awoke so drunk and full of
That I hardly speak
A fag in a corset
Draping his dick my cheek
And its into the
And its a guilt
And its into the fray
And the ran red around me
A warm spray

Papa won't you, Henry
Papa leave you, Boy
Papa won't leave you,
Papa won't you, Boy
Well, the is dark
And the is deep
And its jaws are open
But won't leave you, Henry
So there no need to cry
And I went on down the
He went on down the
And I on down the road
He went on the road
the rainy season where I'm living
Death comes leaping out of doorway
you for money, for your clothes
And for your
Entire towns washed away
Favelas exploding on inflammable
Lynch-mobs, death squads, babies born without brains
The mad heat and the relentless
And if you stick your arm that hole
It out sheared off to the bone
And with her bubbling on my lips
I the rain and nearly missed
And I went on the road
He went on the road

Papa leave you, Henry
won't leave you, Boy
Papa won't leave you,
won't leave you, Boy
Well, the road is
And the road is
And many fall by the
But Papa won't you, Henry
So there ain't no to cry
And I went on down the
He went on the road
And I went on the road
He went on the road
Beneath my heavy load
Under his load
Yeah, I went on down the
Yeah, he went on the road
Woah,
Woah,
Woah,
Woah,
And I went on that road