Lyrics A Box for Black Paul (2009 Remaster) - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
Who'll
build
a
box
for
Black
Paul?
Ah'm
enquirin
on
behalf
of
his
soul
Ah'd
be
beholdin
to
ya
all
For
a
lil
information,
just
a
little
indication
Just
who'll
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
Ain't
there
nuthin
sacred
anymore
Won't
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!'
(Let's
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
won't
scold
ya
anymore
Armies
of
ants,
wade
up
the
lil
red
streams
They're
headin
for
the
mother-pool
O
lord,
it's
cruel!
O
man
it's
hot!
O
man
it's
hot
and
And
some
of
them
ants
they
just
climb
to
the
spot
Who
threw
the
first
stone
at
Black
Paul?
'Don't
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!
Who'll
build
a
box
for
Black
Paul?
Who'll
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'
Who'll
build
a
box
for
Black
Paul?
Who'll
carry
it
up
the
hill?
Who'll
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
We'll
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
Ah've
cried
a
thousand
tears,
its
true
And
the
next
stormy
night
you
know,
That
ah'm
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
ain't
heaven
Without
that
lil
girl
hangin
around
Well,
ya
know
ah've
beenn
a
bad-man
And
Lord
knows
ah
done
some
good
things
too
But
ah
confess,
my
soul
will
never
rest
Until
you've,
until
you've
build
Until
you've
built
a
box
for
my
gal,
too.
My
gal,
too
My
gal,
too
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