9.Your Funeral... My Trial
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 clover
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
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