Paroles: Nick Cave & The Bad Seed. 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 scape the clay off my shoes
And wade down the gutter, gutter and the moon

The moon blind my eye with opal cataracts
As I cut through the saw-mills and the stacks
Leaping over the gully where I would one day take Lucy
Then wash up my hands in the gutter and the moon

Such a long way from home
Just me and the moon is in the gutter
And all my plans are flushed down the drain
I wander lonely as a cloud
Over memories at her mound
Then lie down in the bitter gutter moon