John Finn`s Wife

<br>Well the night was deep and the night was dark<br>And I was at the old dance-hall on the edge of town<br>Some big ceremony was going down<br>Dancers writhed and squirmed and then,<br>Came apart and then writhed again<br>Like squirming flies on a pin<br>In the heat and in the din<br>Yes, in the heat and in the din<br>I fell to thinking about brand new wife of mad John Finn<br><br><br>Well, midnite came and clock did strike<br>And in she came, did John Finn`s wife<br>With legs like scissors and butcher`s knives<br>A tattooed breast and flaming eyes<br>And a crimson carnation in her teeth<br>Carving her way through the dance floor<br>And I`m standing over by the bandstand<br>Every eye gaping on John Finn`s wife<br>Yeah, every eye gaping on John Finn`s wife<br><br><br>Now John Finn`s wife was something of a mystery<br>In a town where to share a sworn secret was a solemn duty<br>I had brass knuckles and a bolo knife<br>Over near the bandstand with John Finn`s wife<br>She got perfumed breasts and raven hair<br>Sprinkled with wedding confettis<br>And a gang of garrotters were all giving me stares<br>Armed, as they were, with machetes<br>And the night through the window was full of lights<br>Winking and awatching at John Finns` wife<br>Winking and awatching at John Finns` wife<br><br><br>Next came the cops, all out on the town<br>But it don`t look like no trouble there<br>As they head for the bar in their lumpy suits<br>And I slip my hand between the thighs of John Finn`s wife<br>And they seemed to yawn awake, her things<br>It was a warm and very ferocious night<br>The moon full of blood and light<br>And my eyes grew small and my eyes grew tight<br>As I plotted in the ear of John Finns` wife<br><br><br>Enter John Finn in his shrunken suit<br>With his quick black eyes and black cheroot<br>With his filled-down teeth and a hobnail boot<br>And his fists full of pistols in his pockets<br>Aiming at me and aiming at his wife<br>The band fall silent fearing for their lives<br>And with fear in my guts like tangled twine<br>Cause all I got is brass knuckles and a bolo knife<br>And mad John Finns` wife is all<br>And the three of us walk out of the hall<br><br><br>Now the night bore down upon us all<br>You could hear the crickets in the thickets call<br>And guns did flare and guns did bawl<br>And I planted my bolo knife in the neck<br>Of mad John Finn. I took his wretched life<br>Now I`m over near the bandstand<br>Every hand moving on John Finns` wife<br>Every hand moving on John Finns` wife<br><br><br>And John Finns` wife<br>Took all the flowers down<br>From her hair<br>And threw them on the ground<br>And the flies did hum<br>And the flies did buzz around<br>Poor John Finn<br>Lying dead upon the ground<br>Lying dead upon the ground