Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Curse Of Millhaven (Guitar)
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THE CURSE OF MILLHAVEN
by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
from the album Murder Ballads
Original tab by Dan Croy
All verses added and tabbed by Muddie
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Am I live in a town called Millhaven Dm And it's small and it's mean and it's cold
But if you come around just as the sun goes down
Am You can watch the whole thing turn to gold G It's around then that I used to go a roaming C Am La la la la, La la la lie Dm Am All God's children they all gotta die Am My name is Loretta but I prefer Lottie Dm I'm closing in on my fifteenth year
If you think that you seen a pair of eyes more green
Am Then you sure haven't seen 'em around here G My hair is yellow and I'm always a-combing C Am La la la la, La la la lie Dm Am Mama often told me that we all got to die Am You must have heard about The Curse Of Millhaven Dm How last Christmas Bill Blake's little boy didn't come home
They found him next week in One Mile Creek
Am His head bashed in and his pockets full of stones G Well, just imagine all the wailing and moaning C Am La la la la, La la la lie Dm Am Even Bill Blake's boy, he had to die Am Then Professor O'Rye from Millhaven High Dm Found nailed to his door his prize-winning terrier
Then next day the old fool brought little Biko to school
Am And we all had to watch as he buried her G Well his eulogy to Biko had all the tears a-flowing C Am La la la la, La la la lie Dm Am Even God's little creatures, they have to die Am Our little town fell into a state of shock Dm A lot of people were saying things that made little sense
Then the next thing you know the head of Handyman Joe
Am Was found in the fountain of the Mayor's residence G Well foul play can really get a small town going C Am La la la la, La la la lie Dm Am Even God's children they have to die Am Then, in a cruel twist of fate, old Mrs Colgate Dm Was stabbed but the job was not complete
Well the last thing she said before the cops pronounced her dead
Am Was, "My killer is Loretta and she lives across the street!" G Twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning C Am La la la la, La la la lie Dm Am The young ones, the old ones, they all gotta die
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Am Yes, it is I, Lottie. The Curse Of Millhaven Dm I've struck horror in the heart of this town
Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't yellow
Am It's more like the other way around G I gotta pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming C Am La la la la, La la la lie Dm Am Sooner or later we all gotta die Am Since I was no bigger than a weevil they've been saying I was evil Dm That if "bad" was a boot that I'd fit it
That I'm a wicked young lady, but I've been trying hard lately
Am O fuck it! I'm a monster! I admit it! G Well it makes me so mad that my blood starts a-going C Am La la la la, La la la lie Dm Am Mama always told me that we all gotta die Am Well yeah, I drowned the Bailey kid, stabbed Mrs. Colgate, I admit Dm Did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed
But I never crucified little Biko, that was two junior high school psychos
Am Stinky Bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head G I'll sing to the lot, now you got me going C Am La la la la, La la la lie Dm Am All God's children have all gotta die Am There were all the others, all our sisters and brothers Dm You assumed were accidents, best forgotten
Recall the children who broke through the ice on Lake Tahoo?
Am Everyone assumed the "Warning" signs had followed 'em to the bottom G Well, they're underneath the house where I do quite a bit of stowing C Am La la la la, La la la lie Dm Am Even twenty little children, now they had to die Am And the fire of '91 that razed the Bella Vista slum Dm That was the biggest shit-fight this country's ever seen
Insurance companies ruined, land lords getting sued
Am All cause of wee girl with a can of gasoline G Those flames really roared when the winds started blowing C Am La la la la, La la la lie Dm Am Well the rich man and the poor man, they all got to die Am Well I confessed to all these crimes and they put me on trial Dm I was laughing when they took me away
Off to the asylum in an old black Mariah
Am Well it ain't home, but you know, it's better than jail G It ain't such bad old place to have a home in C Am La la la la, La la la lie Dm Am All God's children they all gotta die Am Now I got shrinks that will not rest with their endless Rorschach tests Dm I keep telling them that I think they're out to get me
They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, "Why of course!
Am There is so much more I could have done if they'd let me!" G So it's Rorschach and Prozac and everything is groovy C Am La la la la, La la la lie Dm Am All God's children they all have to die C Am La la la la, La la la lie Dm Am I'm happy as a lark and everything is fine C Am La la la la, La la la lie Dm Am Yeah, everything is groovy and everything is fine C Am La la la la, La la la lie Dm Am All God's children they gotta die