Your Funeral, My Trial

I am a crooked man

And I've walked a crooked mile

Night, the shameless widow

Doffed her ****s, in a pile

The stars all winked at me

They shamed a child

Your funeral, my trial

One thousand Marys lured me

Into gullies damp with clover

Bird with crooked wing cast

Its 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 b*****s that she was

Mongers of pain

Saw the moon

Become a fang

Your funeral, my trial

Your funeral, my trial

Your funeral, my trial