Well of Misery
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
Along crags and sunless cracks I go
Up rib of rock, down spine of stone
I dare not slumber where the night winds whistle
Lest her creeping-soul clutch this heart of thistle
O the same God that abandoned her
Has, in turn abandoned me
And softenin’ the turf with my tears
I dug a Well of Misery
And, in that Well of Misery
Hangs a bucket full Sorrow
Which swings slow an’ actin’ like a bell
Its toll is dead and hollow
Down that well lies the long-lost dress
Of my lil floatin girl
That muffles a tear that you let fall
All down that Well of Misery
Put ya shoulder to the handle, if ya dare
And hoist that bucket, hither
Crank n hoist n hoist n crank
Till ya muscles waste n wither
O the same God that abandoned her
Has, in turn abandoned me
Deep in the Desert of Despair
I wait at the Well Of Misery
