The lyrics, baby.
Came across a song titled "Your Funeral, My Trial".
Written by Nick Cave of Nick Cave and The Bad Seed.
Is that not the greatest lyric in the entire history of recorded music?
Yes it is - don't you dare go up against me on this. If you do I will have to believe you are still pining away for the return of Donny Osmond.
Obviously the song is about how his woman done him wrong. Here's a taste:
"here I am, little lamb, let all the bells in whoredom ring, all the crooked bitches that she was, mongers of pain saw the moon become a fang, your funeral, my trial, your funeral, my trial, your funeral, my trial."
I live for this shit.
(Editor's Note: I have a CD by Nick Cave and The Bad Seed called "Murder Ballads". Every song on it deals with death.)
This CD should be a part of every record collection in America.
Period.
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