Your Funeral My Trial Lyrics - Cave Nick

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 glover 

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