Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds – Song Of Joy chords

EmHave mercy on me, sir
Allow me to impose on you I have no place to stay
C And my bones are cold right through
GI will tell you a story
DOf a man and his family
EmAnd I swear that it is true
EmTen years ago I met a girl named Joy
She was a sweet and happy thing Her eyes were bright blue jewels And we were married in the spring I had no idea what happiness and little love could bring
COr what life had in store
GBut all things move toward their end
DAll things move toward their their end
EmOn that you can be sure
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EmThen one morning I awoke to find her weeping
And for many days to follow She grew so sad and lonely Became Joy in name only Within her breast there launched an unnamed sorrow
CAnd a dark and grim force set sail
GFarewell happy fields
DWhere joy forever dwells
EmHail horrors hail!
EmWas it an act of contrition or some awful premonition
As if she saw into the heart of her final blood-soaked night Those lunatic eyes, that hungry kitchen knife Ah, I see sir, that I have your attention!
CWell, could it be?
GHow often I've asked that question
DWell, then in quick succession
EmWe had babies, one, two, three
We called them Hilda, Hattie and Holly They were their mother's children Their eyes were bright blue jewels And they were quiet as a mouse There was no laughter in the house No, not from Hilda, Hattie or Holly "No wonder", people said, "poor mother Joy's so melancholy" Well, one night there came a visitor to our little home I was visiting a sick friend I was a doctor then Joy and the girls were on their own La la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la Joy had been bound with electrical tape In her mouth a gag She'd been stabbed repeatedly And stuffed into a sleeping bag In their very cots my girls were robbed of their lives Method of murder much the same as my wife's Method of murder much the same as my wife's It was midnight when I arrived home Said to the police on the telephone Someone's taken four innocent lives They never caught the man He's still on the loose It seems he has done many many more Quotes John Milton on the walls in the victim's blood The police are investigating at tremendous cost In my house he wrote "his red right hand" That, I'm told is from Paradise Lost The wind round here gets wicked cold But my story is nearly told I fear the morning will bring quite a frost And so I've left my home I drift from land to land I am upon your step and you are a family man Outside the vultures wheel The wolves howl, the serpents hiss And to extend this small favour, friend Would be the sum of earthly bliss Do you reckon me a friend? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon Do you, sir, have a room? Are you beckoning me in? La la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la
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