Your Funeral My Trial Lyrics

Your Funeral My Trial lyrics

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 whoredom ring



 All the crooked bitches that she was



 (Mongers of pain)



 Saw the moon



 Become a fang



 Your funeral, my trial