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 glover
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 dom ring
All the crooked bitches that she was
(Mongers of pain)
Saw the Moon
Become a fang
Your funeral, my trial
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