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(l,m) Nick
(p) Cave & The Bad Seeds
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( Dream [Mute, 1992] )

I went out the other day
The wind wet around my neck
My head it with screams and groans
the night I spent amongst her bones
I beside the mission house
that mad old buzzard, the reverend,
Shrieked and flapped about life your dead
Well, I about my friend, Michel
How rolled him in linoleum
And shot him in the
A bloody halo, a think-bubble
his head
And I at the firmament
Looks like the rains are to stay
And the rain down upon me
And me all away

Papa won't leave you,
Papa won't you, Boy
won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't you, Boy
Well, the is long
And the road is
And fall by the side
But Papa won't you, Henry
So there ain't no to cry
And I on down the road
He on down the road
And I went on the road
He on down the road
Well, the it looked exhausted
Like you should pity
an age-spotted
Above the wires of the city
Well, it me of her face
Her bleached and eyes
Her hair was like a
Falling open with the
And closing the lies
But the ghost of her lingers on
Though she's through me
And is
The dogs, they are barking
And the rain children on the
And the tears we will weep today
Will all be washed
By the tears that we will weep again
Papa leave you, Henry
Papa won't you, Boy
won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't you, Boy
For the is long
And the road is
And fall by the side
But Papa leave you, Henry
So there no need to cry
And I on down the road
He on down the road
And I on down the road
He went on down the
And I upon a little house
A house upon a hill
And I entered through, the hissed
Into the house with its bowels
Where wet-lipped women with greasy
Crawled the ceilings and the
They me full of drink
And led me the rooms
Naked and cold and
everything went black
And I came down
I awoke so drunk and of rage
That I hardly speak
A fag in a corset
Draping his dick my cheek
And its the shame
And its a guilt
And its into the fucking
And the ran red around me
A warm arterial

Papa won't you, Henry
Papa won't you, Boy
Papa won't leave you,
Papa won't you, Boy
Well, the night is
And the night is
And its jaws are open
But Papa leave you, Henry
So there ain't no to cry
And I on down the road
He went on the road
And I went on the road
He went on down the
the rainy season where I'm living
Death comes out of every doorway
you for money, for your clothes
And for nothing
Entire towns being away
Favelas on inflammable spillways
Lynch-mobs, death squads, being born without brains
The mad heat and the relentless
And if you your arm into that hole
It comes out sheared off to the
And with her bubbling on my lips
I the rain and nearly missed
And I on down the road
He went on down the

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