Deanna
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
O DEANNA
O Deanna!
O DEANNA
Sweet Deanna!
O DEANNA
You know you are my friend, yeah
O DEANNA
And I ain’t down here for your money
I ain’t down here for your love
I ain’t down here for you love or money
I’m down here for you soul
No carpet on the floor
And the winding-cloth holds many moths
Around your Ku Klux furniture
I cum a deaths-head in your frock
We discuss the murder pact
We discuss murder and the murder act
Murder takes the wheel of the Cadillac
And death climbs in the back
O DEANNA
This is a car
O DEANNA
This is a gun
O DEANNA
And this a day number one
O DEANNA
Our little crimeworn histories
Black and smoking Xmas trees
And honey, it ain’t a mystery
Why you’re a mystery to me
We will eat out of their pantries
And their parlours
Ashy leavings in their beds
And we’ll unload into their heads
On this mean season
This little angel that I squeezin’
She ain’t been mean to me
O DEANNA
O Deanna!
O DEANNA
You are my friend and my partner
O DEANNA
On this house on the hill
O DEANNA
And I ain’t down here for your money
I ain’t down here for your love
I ain’t down here for your love or money
I’m down here for your soul
O DEANNA
I am a-knocking
O DEANNA
With my toolbox and my stocking
O DEANNA
And I’ll meet you on the corner
O DEANNA
Yes, you point it like a finger
O DEANNA
And squeeze it’s little thing
O DEANNA
Feel it’s kick, hear its bang
And lets not worry about its issue
Don’t worry about where its been
And don’t worry about where it hits
Cause it ain’t yours to sin
O DEANNA
No it just ain’t yours to sin
O DEANNA
Sweet Deanna
O DEANNA
And we ain’t getting any younger
O DEANNA
And I don’t intend gettin’ any older
O DEANNA
The sun a hump at my shoulder
O DEANNA
O Deanna!
O DEANNA
Sweet Deanna
O DEANNA
And I ain’t down here for your money
I ain’t down here for your love
I ain’t down here for your love of money
I’m down here for your soul
