Nick Cave "The Curse Of Millhaven" |
I live in a town called Millhaven And it's small and it's mean and it's cold If you come around just the sun goes down You'll watch the whole thing turn to gold It's around then that I used to go roaming La la la la La la la li All God's children, they all gotta die My name is Loretta, but I prefer Lottie I'm closing in on my 15th year If you think that you've seen a pair of eyes more green Then you sure haven't seen 'em around here Well my hair is yellow and I'm always a-combing La la la la La la la li My momma often told me that we all got to die You must have heard about the curse of Millhaven How last Christmas Bill Blakey's little boy didn't come home They found him the next week up in One Mile Creek With his head bashed in and his pockets full of stone Just imagine all the women moaning... La la la la La la la li Even Bill Blakey's boy, he had to die When Professor O'Rye from Millhaven High Found nailed to his door his prize winning Terrier The next day the old fool brought little Biko to school And we all had to watch as he buried her Well his euglogy to Biko had all the tears flowing La la la la La la la li Even God's little creatures, they have to die Well our little town fell into a state of shock A lotta people were saying things that made little sense The next thing you know the head of handyman Joe Was found in the fountain of the Mayor's residence Well foul play can really get a small town going La la la la La la la li Even God's children, they have to die In a cruell twist of fate, old Mrs. Colegate Was stabbed but the job was not complete Well the last thing she said, before the cops pronounced dead Was, "My killer is Loretta and she lives across the street" Well twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning... La la la la La la la li The young ones, the old ones, they've all got to die Yes, it is I Lottie the curse of Millhaven I've struck horror in the heart of this town Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't yellow, It's more like the other way around I've got a pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming La la la la La la la li Sooner of later we've all got to die Since I was no bigger than a weavil They've been saying I was evil That if bad was a boot then I would fit it That I'm a wicked young lady, but I've been trying hard lately Aww fuck it, I'm a monster I admit it Well, it makes me so mad that my blood starts a-going La la la la La la la li Momma always told me that we all gotta die Well yeah, I drowned the Bailey kid, stabbed Mrs. Colgate I admit Did the handyman with that circular saw in his garden shed But I never crucified little Biko, that was completely highschool psychos Stinky Bo Hoon and his friend with the pumpkin sized head I sing to the lot, now that you got me going La la la la La la la li All God's children, they've all got to die Then there're all of the others, all our sister and brothers You assumed were accidents best forgotten Recall the children who broke through the ice on lake Tahoo Everyone assumed the warning signs had followed them to the bottom Well they're underneath the house where I've required a bit of stowing La la la la La la la li Even twenty little children, they had to die And the fire in '91 that raised the Bellavista slum That was the biggest shit fire this country's ever seen Insurance companies ruined, landlords getting sued All cause of a wee little girl with a can of gasoline Well those flames really roared when the wind started blowing La la la la La la la li The rich man and the poor man, they all gotta die Well I confessed to all these crimes and they put me on trial I was laughing when they took me away Off to the asylum in an old black Mariah Well it ain't home but, ya know, it's better than jail It ain't such a bad old place to happy home in La la la la La la la li All God's children, they all gotta die Now I got shrinks who will not rest with their endless Rorsach tests I keep telling them that I think they're out to get me They ask me if I feel remorse And I say well of course, there's so much more I could have done if they'd let me So it's Rorsach and prozaak and everything is groovy La la la la La la la li All God's children, they all gotta die La la la la La la la li I'm happy as a lark now, and everything is fine La la la la La la la li Everything is groovy, everything is fine La la la la La la la li All God's children, they gotta die Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |