Deanna
Oh Deanna
Oh Deanna!
Oh Deanna
Sweet Deanna!
Oh Deanna
You know you are my friend, yeah
Oh Deanna
And I ain't down here for your money
I ain't down here for your love
I ain't down here for your love or money
I'm down here for your soul
No carpet on the floor
And the winding cloth holds many moths
Around your ku klux furniture
I cum of death-head in your frock
We discuss the murder plan
We discuss murder and the murder act
Murder takes the wheel of your Cadillac
And death climbs in the back
Oh Deanna
This is a car
Oh Deanna
This is a gun
Oh Deanna
And this a day number one
Oh Deanna
Our little crimeworn histories
Black and smoking Christmas trees
And honey, it ain't mystery
Why you're a mystery to me
We will eat out of their pantries
And their parlours
Ashy leaving in their beds
And we'll unload into their heads
On this mean season
This little angel that I squeezin'
She ain't been mean to me
Oh Deanna
Oh Deanna!
Oh Deanna
You are my friend and my partner
Oh Deanna
On this house on the hill
Oh Deanna
And I ain't down here for your money
I ain't down here for your love
I ain't down here for your love or money
I'm down here for your soul
Oh Deanna
I am a-knocking
Oh Deanna
With my toolbox and my stocking
Oh Deanna
And I'll meet you on the corner
Oh Deanna
Yes, you point it like a finger
Oh Deanna
And squeeze its little thing
Oh Deanna
Feel its kick, hear its bang
And let no worry about its issue
Don't worry about where its been
And don't worry about where it hits
Cause it just ain't yours to sin
O Deanna
No it just ain't your to sin
O Deanna
Sweet Deanna
O Deanna
And we ain't getting any younger
O Deanna
And I don't intend gettin' any older
O Deanna
The sun a hump at my shoulder
O Deanna
O Deanna!
O Deanna
Sweet Deanna
O Deanna
And I ain't down here for your money
I ain't down here for your love
I ain't down here for your love of money
I'm down here for your soul
Autor(es): Nick Cave
