Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Song Of Joy
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Have mercy on me, sir,
Allow me to impose on you.
I have no place to stay
And my bones are cold right through.
I will tell you a story
Of a man and his family,
And I swear that it is true.

Ten years ago I met a girl named Joy,
She was a sweet and happy thing,
Her eyes were bright blue jewels
And we were married in the spring.
I had no idea what happiness and little love could bring
Or what life had in store,
But all things move toward their end,
All things move toward their their end,
On that you can be sure...

Then one morning I awoke to find her weeping
And for many days to follow.
She grew so sad and lonely
Became Joy in name only
Within her breast there launched an unnamed sorrow
And a dark and grim force set sail.
Farewell happy fields
Where joy forever dwells
Hail horrors hail

Was it an act of contrition or some awful premonition
As if she saw into the heart of her final blood-soaked night
Those lunatic eyes, that hungry kitchen knife
Ah, I see, sir, that I have your attention!
Well, could it be...
How often I have asked that question
Well, then in quick succession
We had babies, one, two, three

We called them Hilda, Hattie and Holly,
They were their mother's children,
Their eyes were bright blue jewels
And they were quiet as a mouse,
There was no laughter in the house
No, not from Hilda, Hattie or Holly,
'No wonder', people said, 'poor mother Joy's so melancholy'.
Well, one night there came a visitor to our little home.
I was visiting a sick friend,
I was a doctor then
Joy and the girls were on their own... yeah.

Joy had been bound with electrical tape
In her mouth a gag,
She'd been stabbed repeatedly
And stuffed into a sleeping bag,
In their very cots my girls were robbed of their lives.
Method of murder much the same as my wife's,
Method of murder much the same as my wife's.
It was midnight when I arrived home,
Said to the police on the telephone,
'Someone's taken four innocent lives'.

They never caught the man,
He's still on the loose,
It seems he has done many many more
Quotes John Milton on the walls in the victim's blood,
The police are investigating at tremendous cost
In my house he wrote 'his red right hand'
That, I'm told is from Paradise Lost.
The wind round here gets wicked cold,
But my story is nearly told,
I fear the morning will bring quite a frost.

And so I've left my home,
I drift from land to land,
I am upon your step and you are a family man.
Outside the vultures wheel
The wolves howl, the serpents hiss
And to extend this small favour, friend,
Would be the sum of earthly bliss.
Do you reckon me a friend?
The sun to me is dark
And silent as the moon.
Do you, sir, have a room?
Are you beckoning me in?