(quatrain taken from "The Curse of Millhaven" by Nick Cave) "I've struck horror in the heart of this town Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't yellow It's more like the other way around I gotta pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming" Yes, I went to trial for a long killing spree; It took them long enough to catch me. I don't know why I couldn't stop it; It must be a part of my deranged psyche. God knows I am not really that evil, But once the word gets around People want to pin anything awry On the girl who laughs at the sky. They just don't know that I'm really out and down. I've struck horror in the heart of this town. So you see I'm a little bit depressed. It's no wonder with all of the stress: I've a daddy who says he'll always love me As he slides his filthy hand beneath my dress. My mother must know there's something goin' on. She'll probably leave us for some other fellow But first I wish she'd try to stop him. I hate his awful hands and his foul whiskey grin! Everyone will tell you just to go with the flow, Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't yellow. Not many would believe it's a curse to be pretty; The attention can drive you more than crazy. When a girl is plain, townsfolk can be mean; To me they're as pleasant as they can be. I sometimes wish that I'd get fat and ugly But instead I'll kill off the whole damn town. Why should I change to keep my sanity When I can remove the problem permanently? They say that my reasoning is not very sound. It's more like the other way around. I was found guilty on all murderous accounts But I saw a chance to live and I pounced. A coy smile and a wink to the pompous young judge Spared me death when my insanity was announced. To a home for the criminally insane I went Where I was locked up with screaming and moaning. I'm sustained on a diet of mood altering pills To deny me the pleasure of my bloody thrills. No doubt some day I'll once again be roaming: I gotta pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming.