Songtexte:
Nick Cave The Bad Seed Right Out Of Your Hand

s all in your mind Down in the meadow The old lion stirs Puts his hand ?cross his mouth He has no use for words Poor little girl With your handful

s all in your mind Down in the meadow The old lion stirs Puts his hand ?cross his mouth He has no use for words Poor little girl With your handful

s all in your mind Down in the meadow The old lion stirs Puts his hand ?cross his mouth He has no use for words Poor little girl With your handful

, gone completely berserk (Oh, yeah) I wanted to be your Superman, but I turned out such a jerk I got the abattoir blues I got the abattoir blues I got the abattoir blues Right

' left to win So lay your weapons down they serve no purpose in your hands And if you wanna hold me then go ahead and hold me I won't upset your plans

wherever he stands Stacks of green paper in his red right hand [Organ solo] You'll see him in your nightmares, you'll see him in your dreams He'll appear out