I am a crooked man

And i′ve walked a crooked mile

Night, the shameless widowDoffed her weeds, in a pile

The stars all winked at me

They shamed a child

Your funeral, my trial

A thousand marys lured me

To feathered beds and fields of glover

Bird with crooked wing cast

It's 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 bitches that she was

(Mongers of pain)

Saw the moon

Become a fang

Your funeral, my trial