Tekst piosenki ' A Box For Black Paul ' wykonawcy The Birthday Party

Wholl build a box for black paul?
Ahm enquirin on behalf of his soul
Ahd be beholdin to ya all
For a lil information, just a little indication
Just wholl dig the hole?
When ya done ransackin his room
Grabbin any damn thing that shines,
Throw the scraps down on the street
Like all his books and his notes.
All his books and his notes and
All the junk that he wrote
The whole fucken lot right up in smoke
Aint there nuthin sacred anymore
Wont someone will build a box for black paul?
And their shootin off his guns
And their shootin off their mouths
Saying fuck with us ... and die!
fuck with us ... and die!
(lets see that rat of fear go scuttle in their skulls)
cover that eye! cover that frozen eye!

Black-puppet, in a heap up against the stoning-wall
Black-puppet, go to sleep, ma-ma wont scold ya anymore

Armies of ants, wade up the lil red streams
Theyre headin for the mother-pool
O lord, its cruel! o man its hot! o man its hot and
And some of them ants they just climb to the spot
Who threw the first stone at black paul?

dont ask us, say the critics and the hacks
The pen-pushers and the quacks
we jes cum to git dah facks!
we jes cum to git dah facks!
Hey, hey, hey, hey...

Here is the hammer, that built the scaffold,
And built the box...
Here is the shovel, that dug the hole,
In this ground of rocks...
And here is the pile of stones!
And for each one planted, God only knows,
A blood-rose grown...
These are the true demon-flowers!
These are the true demon-flowers!
Stand back everyone! blood-black everyone!

Wholl build a box for black paul?
Wholl carry it up the hill?

not i, said the widow, adjusting her veil
ah will not drive the nail
Or cart his puppet-body home,
For ah done that one hundred times before,
Yeah! ah done that one hundred times or more,
And why should ah dress his wounds?
When he has wounded my dress, nightly,
Right across the floor

Wholl build a box for black paul?
Wholl carry it up the hill?
Wholl bury it in the black-soil?
And from the woods and the thickets
Come the ghosts of his victims
we love you!
ah love you!
and this will not hurt a bit,
Outta my eyes was your rise to full glory spring up from the corp(? ? ) of life well go up, up, up, up, up into death
Up, up, up, up, inhale its breath
O yes, death favours those that favor death

Here is the stone, and this is the inscription it bare:
below lies black paul, under the upper...
But above and beyond the surface-flat-fall there.

And all the angels come on down,
And all you men and women crowd around
And all the old widows weeping into their skirts
And all the lil gals and the lil boys
And the scribes with their pens poised
All the hullaballoo, all the norse
All the hullaballoo, all the noise
All the hullaballoo, all of the noise
Clears his throat of black blood
Singin black paul like a lonely boy...

We-e-e-ll, ah have cried one thousand tears
Ahve cried a thousand tears, its true
And the next stormy night you know,
That ahm still cryin them for you

Well, ah had a gal she was so sweet,
Red dress, and long red hair hangin down
And heaven yes aint heaven
Without that lil girl hangin around

Well, ya know ahve beenn a bad-man
And lord knows ah done some good things too
But ah confess, my soul will never rest
Until youve, until youve build
Until youve built a box for my gal, too.
My gal, too
My gal, too