Texty:
Nick Cave The Bad Seed I Do Dear I Do

I wish you happy christmas I do dear, I do I wish for you the stars, babe I wish for you the moon You can sit, and you can drink your champagne With

did cry: O Johnny dear, don't murder me, For I'm not fit to die. I took her by her lily-white hands A-slung her around and around; I drug her off to

up to your knees I move stealthily from tree to tree And I shadow you for hours I make like I'm a little deer Grazing on the flowers Everything is collapsing, dear

You have a heart and I have a key Lie back and let me unlock you Those heathens you hang with down by the sea All they want to do is defrock you I know

Orpheus sat gloomy in his garden shed Wondering what to do With a lump of wood and a piece of wire And a little pot of glue Oh mama, oh mama He sawed