Cave Nick
Miscellaneous
Your Funeral... My Trial
I am a crooked man
And I've walked a crooked mile
Night, the shameless widow
Doffed her weeds, in a pile
The stars all winked at me
They shamed a child
Your funeral, my trial
A thousand Marys lured me
To feathered beds and fields of clover
Bird with crooked wing cast
It's wicked shadow over
A bauble moon did mock
And trinket stars did smile
Your funeral, my trial
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
| 1 | Zoo Music Girl |
| 2 | Your Funeral... My Trial |
| 3 | Young Hunting (tranditional version) |
| 4 | Yard |
| 5 | Wings Off Flies |
| 6 | Wild World |
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