Deanna

Song: Deanna Artist: Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds Album: Tender Pray Year: 1988 Tabber: [email protected] Oh Deanna Oh Deanna! Oh Deanna You know you are my friend, yeah And I ain't down here for your money I ain't down here for your love I ain't down here for your love or money I'm down here for your soul There's no carpet on the floor And the winding cloth holds many moths Around your Klu-Klux furniture I come of deaths head in your frock We discuss the murder plan We discuss murder and the murder act Murder takes the wheel of your Cadillac And death climbs in the back Oh Deanna Oh oh Deanna Sweet Deanna Oh oh Deanna Well, this is a car and this is a gun now And this a day number one Oh Deanna The little crime woven histories are black and a smoking christmas trees And honey, it ain't mystery Why you're a mystery to me We will eat out of their pantries And their parlours Ashy leaving in their beds And we'll unload into their heads On this mean season But this little angel that I squeezing She ain't been mean to me Oh Deanna Oh Deanna! Oh Deanna You are my friend and my partner On this house on the hill I ain't down here for your love or money I ain't down here for your love I'm down here for your soul Oh Deanna Oh Deanna I A knocking With my toolbox and my stocking Well I'll meet you on the corner And you point it like a finger And squeeze its little things now I hear it's kick, hear it's bang And let no worry about it's issue Don't worry about where its been and don't worry about where it hits Cause it just ain't yours to sin Oh Deanna No it just ain't your to sin Sweet Deanna I ain't getting any younger And I don't intend gettin' any older The sun a hump at my shoulder Oh Deanna And I ain't down here for your money I ain't down here for your love I ain't down here for your love of money I'm down here for your soul