Nick Cave: Deanna

O Deanna
O Deanna!
O Deanna
Sweet Deanna!
O Deanna
You know you are my friend, yeah
O Deanna
And I ain't down here for your money
I ain't down here for your love
I ain't down here for your love or money
I'm down here for your soul

No carpet on the floor
And the winding cloth holds many moths
Around your Ku Klux furniture
I cum of death-head in your frock
We discuss the murder plan
We discuss murder and the murder act
Murder takes the wheel of your Cadillac
And death climbs in the back

O Deanna
This is a car
O Deanna
This is a gun
O Deanna
And this a day number one
O Deanna
Our little crimeworn histories
Black and smoking christmas trees
And honey, it ain't mystery
Why you're a mystery to me

We will eat out of their pantries
And their parlours
Ashy leaving in their beds
And we'll unload into their heads
On this mean season
This little angel that I squeezin'
She ain't been mean to me

O Deanna
O Deanna!
O Deanna
You are my friend and my partner
O Deanna
On this house on the hill
O Deanna
And I ain't down here for your money
I ain't down here for your love
I ain't down here for your love or money
I'm down here for your soul

O Deanna
I am a-knocking
O Deanna
With my toolbox and my stocking
O Deanna
And I'll meet you on the corner
O Deanna
Yes, you point it like a finger
O Deanna
And squeeze its little thing
O Deanna
Feel its kick, hear its bang
And let no worry about its issue
Don't worry about where its been
and don't worry about where it hits
Cause it just ain't yours to sin

O Deanna
No it just ain't your to sin
O Deanna
Sweet Deanna
O Deanna
And we ain't getting any younger
O Deanna
And I don't intend gettin' any older
O Deanna
The sun a hump at my shoulder
O Deanna
O Deanna!
O Deanna
Sweet Deanna
O Deanna
And I ain't down here for your money
I ain't down here for your love
I ain't down here for your love of money
I'm down here for your soul