I am a crooked man. And I've walked a crooked mile. Night the shameless widow. Doffed 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 clover. 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.