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- NICK CAVE - John Finn’s Wife Lyrics
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- Well the night was deep and the night was dark
- And I was at the old dance-hall on the edge of town
- Some big ceremony was going down
- Dancers writhed and squirmed and then,
- Came apart and then writhed again
- Like squirming flies on a pin
- In the heat and in the din
- Yes, in the heat and in the din
- I fell to thinking about brand new wife of mad John Finn
- Well, midnite came and clock did strike
- And in she came, did John Finn's wife
- With legs like scissors and butcher's knives
- A tattooed breast and flaming eyes
- And a crimson carnation in her teeth
- Carving her way through the dance floor
- And I'm standing over by the bandstand
- Every eye gaping on John Finn's wife
- Yeah, every eye gaping on John Finn's wife
- Now John Finn's wife was something of a mystery
- In a town where to share a sworn secret was a solemn duty
- I had brass knuckles and a bolo knife
- Over near the bandstand with John Finn's wife
- She got perfumed breasts and raven hair
- Sprinkled with wedding confettis
- And a gang of garrotters were all giving me stares
- Armed, as they were, with machetes
- And the night through the window was full of lights
- Winking and awatching at John Finns' wife
- Winking and awatching at John Finns' wife
- Next came the cops, all out on the town
- But it don't look like no trouble there
- As they head for the bar in their lumpy suits
- And I slip my hand between the thighs of John Finn's wife
- And they seemed to yawn awake, her things
- It was a warm and very ferocious night
- The moon full of blood and light
- And my eyes grew small and my eyes grew tight
- As I plotted in the ear of John Finns' wife
- Enter John Finn in his shrunken suit
- With his quick black eyes and black cheroot
- With his filled-down teeth and a hobnail boot
- And his fists full of pistols in his pockets
- Aiming at me and aiming at his wife
- The band fall silent fearing for their lives
- And with fear in my guts like tangled twine
- Cause all I got is brass knuckles and a bolo knife
- And mad John Finns' wife is all
- And the three of us walk out of the hall
- Now the night bore down upon us all
- You could hear the crickets in the thickets call
- And guns did flare and guns did bawl
- And I planted my bolo knife in the neck
- Of mad John Finn. I took his wretched life
- Now I'm over near the bandstand
- Every hand moving on John Finns' wife
- Every hand moving on John Finns' wife
- And John Finns' wife
- Took all the flowers down
- From her hair
- And threw them on the ground
- And the flies did hum
- And the flies did buzz around
- Poor John Finn
- Lying dead upon the ground
- Lying dead upon the ground
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