Nick Cave - Your Funeral, My Trial lyrics

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 One thousand Marys lured me Into gullies damned with clover Bird with crooked wing cast Its wicked shadow over The bauble moon did mock And trinket stars did smile Your funeral, my trial Here I am, little lamb Let all the bells in who*edom ring All the crooked b**hes that she was Mongers of pain Saw the moon Become a fang Your funeral, my trial Your funeral, my trial Your funeral, my trial