Your Funeral... My Trial

<br>I am a crooked man<br>And I`ve walked a crooked mile<br>Night, the shameless widow<br>Doffed her weeds, in a pile<br>The stars all winked at me<br>They shamed a child<br>Your funeral, my trial <br><br>A thousand Marys lured me<br>To feathered beds and fields of clover<br>Bird with crooked wing cast<br>It`s wicked shadow over<br>A bauble moon did mock<br>And trinket stars did smile<br>Your funeral, my trial <br><br>Here I am, little lamb...<br>Let all the bells in whoredom ring<br>All the crooked bitches that she was<br>(Mongers of pain)<br>Saw the moon<br>Become a fang<br>Your funeral, my trial