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The Curse of Millhaven

Nick Cave and the bad seeds

I live in a town called Millhaven
 And it's small and it's mean and it's cold
 But if you come around just as the sun goes down
 You can watch the whole town turn to gold
 It's around about then that I used to go a-roaming
 Singing La la la la La la la lie
 All God's children they all gotta die
 My name is Loretta but I prefer Lottie
 I'm closing in on my fifteenth year
 And if you think you have seen a pair of eyes more green
 Then you sure didn't see them around here
 My hair is yellow and I'm always a-combing
 La la la la La la la lie
 Mama often told me we all got to die
 You must have heard about The Curse Of Millhaven
 How last Christmas Bill Blake's little boy didn't come home
 They found him next week in One Mile Creek
 His head bashed in and his pockets full of stones
 Well, just imagine all the wailing and moaning
 La la la la La la la lie
 Even little Billy Blake's boy, he had to die
 Then Professor O'Rye from Millhaven High
 Found nailed to his door his prize-winning terrier
 Then next day the old fool brought little Biko to school
 And we all had to watch as he buried her
 His eulogy to Biko had all the tears a-flowing
 La la la la La la la lie
 Even God's little creatures, they have to die
 Our little town fell into a state of shock
 A lot of people were saying things that made little sense
 Then the next thing you know the head of Handyman Joe
 Was found in the fountain of the Mayor's residence
 Foul play can really get a small town going
 La la la la La la la lie
 Even God's children all have to die
 Then, in a cruel twist of fate, old Mrs Colgate
 Was stabbed but the job was not complete
 The last thing she said before the cops pronounced her dead
 Was, "My killer is Loretta and she lives across the street!"
 Twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning
 La la la la La la la lie
 The young ones, the old ones, they all gotta 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 gotta pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming
 La la la la La la la lie
 Sooner or later we all gotta die
 Since I was no bigger than a weavil they've been saying I was evil
 That if "bad" was a boot that I'd fit it
 That I'm a wicked young lady, but I've been trying hard lately
 O f*ck it! I'm a monster! I admit it!
 It makes me so mad my blood really starts a-going
 La la la la La la la lie
 Mama always told me that we all gotta die
 Yeah, I drowned the Blakey kid, stabbed Mrs. Colgate, I admit
 Did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed
 But I never crucified little Biko, that was two junior high school psychos
 Stinky Bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head
 I'll sing to the lot, now you got me going
 La la la la La la la lie
 All God's children have all gotta die
 There were all the others, all our sisters 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 do quite a bit of stowing
 La la la la La la la lie
 Even twenty little children, they had to die
 And the fire of '91 that razed the Bella Vista slum
 There was the biggest sh*t-fight this country's ever seen
 Insurance companies ruined, land lords getting sued
 All cause of wee girl with a can of gasoline
 Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing
 La la la la La la la lie
 Rich man, poor man, all got to 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
 It ain't home, but you know, it's f*cking better than jail
 It ain't such bad old place to have a home in
 La la la la La la la lie
 All God's children they all gotta die
 Now I got shrinks that will not rest with their endless Rorschach tests
 I keep telling them they're out to get me
 They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, "Why of course!
 There is so much more I could have done if they'd let me!"
 So it's Rorschach and Prozac and everything is groovy
 Singing La la la la La la la lie
 All God's children they all have to die
 La la la la La la la lie
 I'm happy as a lark and everything is fine
 Singing La la la la La la la lie
 Yeah, everything is groovy and everything is fine
 Singing La la la la La la la lie
 All God's children they gotta die					
					
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