A Box for Black Paul (2009 Remastered Version) (Explicit) (2009 Remastered Version|Explicit)

A Box For Black Paul (2009 Digital Remaster) - Nick Cave/The Bad Seeds

Who'll build a box for Black Paul

Ah'm enquirin on behalf of his soul

Ah'd be beholdin to ya all

For a lil information just some lil kindation

Just who will dig the hole

When ya done ransackin his room

Grabbin anything that shines

Throw the scrap down on the street

Like all his books and his notes

All all his books and his notes the junk that he wrote

The whole f**ken lot right up in smoke

Ain't there nuthin sacred anymore

Someone will build a box for Black Paul

And they're shootin off his guns

And they're shootin off their mouths

Saying 'F**k with us and die '

'F**k with us and die '

Let's see that rat of fear go scuttle in their skulls

'Cover that eye Cover that frozen eye '

Black-puppet in a heap up against the stoning-wall

Blood-puppet go to sleep ma-ma won't scold ya anymore

Armies of ants wade up the lil red streams

They're headin for the mother-pool

O lord it's cruel O man it's hot

O man it's hot

And some of them ants they just ilot to the spot

Who threw the first stone at Black Paul

'Don't ack us' say the critics and the hacks

The pen-pushers and the quacks

'We just come to git dah facks '

'We just come to git dah facks '

Hey hey hey hey

Here is the hammer that build the scaffold

And built the box

Here is the shovel that dug the hole

In this ground of rocks

And here is the pile of stones

And for each one planted God only knows

A blood-rose grown

These are the true Demon-Flowers

These are the true Demon-Flowers

Stand back everyone Blood-black everyone

Who'll build a box for Black Paul

Who'll carry it up the hill

'Not I' said the widow adjusting her veil

'Ah will not drive the nail

Or cart his puppet-body home

For ah done that one hundred times before

Yeah ah done that one hundred times or more

And why should ah dress his wounds

When he has wounded my dress nightly

Right across the floor'

Who'll build a box for Black Paul

And who'll carry it up the hill

Now who'll bury it in the black-soil

And from the woods and the thickets

Come the ghosts of his victims

'We love you '

'I love you '

'And this will not hurt a bit

We'll go up up up up up into Death

Up up up up inhale its breath

O yeah Death favours those that favor Death'

Here is the stone and here is the inscription at bare

'Below Lies Black Paul Under The Upper

But Above and Beyond The Surface-Flat-Fall There '

And all the angels come on down

And all you men and women crowd around

And all the widows weeping into their skirts

And all the lil gals and the lil boys

And the scribes with their pens poised

All the hullaballoo all the noise

All the hullaballoo all the noise

All the hullaballoo all of the noise

Clears his throat of black blood

Black Paul singin like a lonely boy

We-e-e-ll ah have cryed one thousand tears

Ah've cryed a thousand tears its true

And the next stormy night ya know

That ah'm still cryin them for you

Well ah had a girl she was so sweet

Red dress and long red hair hangin down

And heaven jus' ain't heaven

Without that lil girl hangin around

Well ya know ah've been a bad-man

But Lord knows ah dun some good things too

But ah confess my soul will never rest

Until you until you build

Until ya build a box for my gal too

My gal too