Have mercy on me, sir
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Allow me to impose on you
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I have no place to stay
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And my bones are cold right through
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I will tell you a story
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Of a man and his family
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And I swear that it is true
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Ten years ago I met a girl named Joy
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She was a sweet and happy thing
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Her eyes were bright blue jewels
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And we were married in the spring
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I had no idea what happiness and little love could bring
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Or what life had in store
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But all things move toward their end
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All things move toward their their end
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On that you can be sure
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La la la la la la la la la la
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La la la la la la la la la la
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Then one morning I awoke to find her weeping
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And for many days to follow
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She grew so sad and lonely
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Became Joy in name only
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Within her breast there launched an unnamed sorrow
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And a dark and grim force set sail
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Farewell happy fields
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Where joy forever dwells
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* Hail horrors hail *
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Was it an act of contrition or some awful premonition
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As if she saw into the heart of her final blood-soaked night
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Those lunatic eyes, that hungry kitchen knife
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Ah, I see sir, that I have your attention!
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Well, could it be?
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How often I've asked that question
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Well, then in quick succession
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We had babies, one, two, three
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We called them Hilda, Hattie and Holly
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They were their mother's children
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Their eyes were bright blue jewels
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And they were quiet as a mouse
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There was no laughter in the house
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No, not from Hilda, Hattie or Holly
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"No wonder", people said, "poor mother Joy's so melancholy"
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Well, one night there came a visitor to our little home
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I was visiting a sick friend
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I was a doctor then
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Joy and the girls were on their own
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La la la la la la la la la la
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La la la la la la la la la la
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Joy had been bound with electrical tape
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In her mouth a gag
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She'd been stabbed repeatedly
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And stuffed into a sleeping bag
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In their very cots my girls were robbed of their lives
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Method of murder much the same as my wife's
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Method of murder much the same as my wife's
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It was midnight when I arrived home
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Said to the police on the telephone
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Someone's taken four innocent lives
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They never caught the man
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He's still on the loose
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It seems he has done many many more
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Quotes John Milton on the walls in the victim's blood
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The police are investigating at tremendous cost
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In my house he wrote "his red right hand"
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That, I'm told is from Paradise Lost
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The wind round here gets wicked cold
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But my story is nearly told
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I fear the morning will bring quite a frost
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And so I've left my home
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I drift from land to land
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I am upon your step and you are a family man
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Outside the vultures wheel
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The wolves howl, the serpents hiss
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And to extend this small favour, friend
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Would be the sum of earthly bliss
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Do you reckon me a friend?
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The sun to me is dark
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And silent as the moon
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Do you, sir, have a room?
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Are you beckoning me in?
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La la la la la la la la la la
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La la la la la la la la la la
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Song Of Joy
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| Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds |
