Your Funeral... My Trial Lyrics

I am a crooked man and I've walked a crooked mile Night, the shameless widow doffed her weeds, in a pile The stars all winked at me, they shamed a child Your funeral, my trial
One thousand Marys lured me into gullies damped with clover Bird with crooked wing cast it's wicked shadow over The bauble moon did mock and trinket stars did smile Your funeral, my trial
Here I am, little lamb, let all the bells in whoredom ring All the crooked bitches that she was Mongers of pain saw the moon become a fang Your funeral, my trial, your funeral, my trial Your funeral, my trial