Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds - The Moon Is In The Gutter | Текст песни

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• Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds
• The Moon Is In The Gutter

The moon is in the gutter
And the stars wash down the sink
I am the king of the blues
I scrape the clay off my shoes
And weigh down the butter
Gutter blues

The moon blind my eyes
With open cataracts
As I cut through the saw mills
And the stacks
Leapin' over the gulley
Where I would one day take Lucy
Then wash up my hands
In the gutter
Blues

Such a long way from home
Just me and the moon
Is in the gutter
All my plans are flushed down the drain
I wander lonely
As the clouds over her memories
And her mound
Then lie down in the bitter
Gutter blues