Deanna
(Oh, Deanna) oh, Deanna
(Oh, Deanna) oh, Deanna
(Oh, Deanna) well, you know you are my friend now
Oh, Deanna
And I ain't down here for your money
And I ain't down here for your love
I ain't down here for your money
I'm down here for your soul
There no carpet on the floor
And the winding cloth holds many moths
Around your Ku Klux furniture
I cum a deaths-head in your frock
And 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
(Oh, Deanna) oh, Deanna
(Oh, Deanna) sweet Deanna
(Oh, Deanna) oh, Deanna
(Oh, Deanna) well, this is a car
(Oh, Deanna) and this is a gun
(Oh, Deanna) and this a day number one
(Oh, Deanna) oh, Deanna
Oh, Deanna
Our little crime worn histories
Black and your smoking Christmas trees
And honey, it ain't a mystery
Why you're a mystery to me
We will eat out of their pantries
And their parlours
Ashy leavings in their beds
And we'll unload into their heads
On this mean season
But his little angel that I'm squeezin'
She ain't been mean to me
(Oh, Deanna) oh, Deanna
(Oh, Deanna) well, you are my friend and my partner
(Oh, Deanna) in this house on the hill
Oh, Deanna
And I ain't down here for your money
No, 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
(Oh, Deanna) oh, Deanna
(Oh, Deanna) I am a-knocking
(Oh, Deanna) with my toolbox and my stocking
(Oh, Deanna) well, I'll meet you on the corner
Yes, you point it like a finger
And squeeze its little thing
I hear its kick, I feel its bang
And let's not worry about its issue
I don't worry 'bout where it's been
And don't worry 'bout where it hits
'Cause it ain't yours to sin
(Oh, Deanna) 'cause it just ain't yours to sin
(Oh, Deanna) oh, sweet Deanna
(Oh, Deanna) I ain't getting any younger
(Oh, Deanna) and you're my friend
(Oh, Deanna) the sun a hump at my shoulder
(Oh, Deanna) and I don't intend gettin' any older
(Oh, Deanna) oh-oh, Deanna
Well, 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
(Oh, Deanna) oh, Deanna
(Oh, Deanna) well, you know you are my friend now
Oh, Deanna
And I ain't down here for your money
And I ain't down here for your love
I ain't down here for your money
I'm down here for your soul
There no carpet on the floor
And the winding cloth holds many moths
Around your Ku Klux furniture
I cum a deaths-head in your frock
And 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
(Oh, Deanna) oh, Deanna
(Oh, Deanna) sweet Deanna
(Oh, Deanna) oh, Deanna
(Oh, Deanna) well, this is a car
(Oh, Deanna) and this is a gun
(Oh, Deanna) and this a day number one
(Oh, Deanna) oh, Deanna
Oh, Deanna
Our little crime worn histories
Black and your smoking Christmas trees
And honey, it ain't a mystery
Why you're a mystery to me
We will eat out of their pantries
And their parlours
Ashy leavings in their beds
And we'll unload into their heads
On this mean season
But his little angel that I'm squeezin'
She ain't been mean to me
(Oh, Deanna) oh, Deanna
(Oh, Deanna) well, you are my friend and my partner
(Oh, Deanna) in this house on the hill
Oh, Deanna
And I ain't down here for your money
No, 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
(Oh, Deanna) oh, Deanna
(Oh, Deanna) I am a-knocking
(Oh, Deanna) with my toolbox and my stocking
(Oh, Deanna) well, I'll meet you on the corner
Yes, you point it like a finger
And squeeze its little thing
I hear its kick, I feel its bang
And let's not worry about its issue
I don't worry 'bout where it's been
And don't worry 'bout where it hits
'Cause it ain't yours to sin
(Oh, Deanna) 'cause it just ain't yours to sin
(Oh, Deanna) oh, sweet Deanna
(Oh, Deanna) I ain't getting any younger
(Oh, Deanna) and you're my friend
(Oh, Deanna) the sun a hump at my shoulder
(Oh, Deanna) and I don't intend gettin' any older
(Oh, Deanna) oh-oh, Deanna
Well, 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
Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Edward Cave
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.