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(l,m) Cave
(p) Cave & The Bad Seeds
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Blixa guitar; Conway Savage: piano;
Martyn Casey: Thomas Wydler: drums;
The Bad Seeds: vocals;
Mick Harvey & David Blumberg: string
Dennis Karmazyn: Bruce Dukov, Barbara Porter: violins >
( Henry's Dream [Mute, )

I went out the other day
The wind wet around my neck
My head it rung screams and groans
From the I spent amongst her bones
I past the mission house
Where mad old buzzard, the reverend,
Shrieked and flapped about life your dead
Well, I about my friend, Michel
How they him in linoleum
And shot him in the
A halo, like a think-bubble
his head
And I bellowed at the
Looks the rains are hear to stay
And the rain pissed upon me
And washed me all

Papa won't you, Henry
Papa won't you, Boy
Papa won't leave you,
won't leave you, Boy
Well, the road is
And the road is
And many by the side
But won't leave you, Henry
So there ain't no to cry
And I went on the road
He on down the road
And I went on down the
He on down the road
Well, the moon it looked
something you should pity
Spent an
the sizzling wires of the city
Well, it me of her face
Her bleached and eyes
Her hair was a curtain
Falling with the laughter
And closing with the
But the ghost of her lingers on
she's passed through me
And is
The dogs, they are barking
And the rain children on the
And the that we will weep today
all be washed away
By the tears that we will weep again
Papa won't you, Henry
Papa leave you, Boy
Papa won't you, Henry
Papa won't you, Boy
For the is long
And the road is
And many by the side
But Papa won't 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
And I came a little house
A house upon a hill
And I through, the curtain hissed
Into the house with its bowels
Where women with greasy fists
Crawled the and the walls
They filled me full of
And led me round the
Naked and cold and
Until went black
And I came spinning
I so drunk and full of rage
I could hardly speak
A fag in a corset
Draping his dick my cheek
And its the shame
And its into a
And its into the fray
And the ran red around me
A arterial spray

Papa leave you, Henry
Papa leave you, Boy
Papa won't leave you,
Papa leave you, Boy
Well, the is dark
And the is deep
And its are open wide
But won't leave you, Henry
So there ain't no to cry
And I went on down the
He went on the road
And I went on down the
He on down the road
It's the rainy where I'm living
Death comes out of every doorway
you for money, for your clothes
And for nothing
Entire towns washed away
Favelas exploding on inflammable
Lynch-mobs, death squads, babies being born without
The mad heat and the rains
And if you stick your arm into that
It comes out sheared off to the
And her kisses bubbling on my lips
I swiped the and nearly missed
And I went on down the
He went on down the

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