John Finn`s Wife Lyrics

John Finn`s Wife lyrics

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