THE CURSE OF MILLHAVEN
by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
from the album Murder Ballads
Original tab by Dan Croy
All verses added and tabbed by Muddie
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I live in a town called Millhaven
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And it's small and it's mean and it's cold
But if you come around just as the sun goes down
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You can watch the whole thing turn to gold
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It's around then that I used to go a roaming
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La la la la, La la la lie
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All God's children they all gotta die
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My name is Loretta but I prefer Lottie
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I'm closing in on my fifteenth year
If you think that you seen a pair of eyes more green
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Then you sure haven't seen 'em around here
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My hair is yellow and I'm always a-combing
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La la la la, La la la lie
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Mama often told me that we all got to die
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You must have heard about The Curse Of Millhaven
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How last Christmas Bill Blake's little boy didn't come home
They found him next week in One Mile Creek
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His head bashed in and his pockets full of stones
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Well, just imagine all the wailing and moaning
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La la la la, La la la lie
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Even Bill Blake's boy, he had to die
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Then Professor O'Rye from Millhaven High
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Found nailed to his door his prize-winning terrier
Then next day the old fool brought little Biko to school
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And we all had to watch as he buried her
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Well his eulogy to Biko had all the tears a-flowing
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La la la la, La la la lie
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Even God's little creatures, they have to die
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Our little town fell into a state of shock
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A lot of people were saying things that made little sense
Then the next thing you know the head of Handyman Joe
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Was found in the fountain of the Mayor's residence
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Well foul play can really get a small town going
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La la la la, La la la lie
Dm Am
Even God's children they have to die
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Then, in a cruel twist of fate, old Mrs Colgate
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Was stabbed but the job was not complete
Well the last thing she said before the cops pronounced her dead
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Was, "My killer is Loretta and she lives across the street!"
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Twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning
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La la la la, La la la lie
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The young ones, the old ones, they all gotta die
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Am
Yes, it is I, Lottie. The Curse Of Millhaven
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I've struck horror in the heart of this town
Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't yellow
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It's more like the other way around
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I gotta pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming
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La la la la, La la la lie
Dm Am
Sooner or later we all gotta die
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Since I was no bigger than a weevil they've been saying I was evil
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That if "bad" was a boot that I'd fit it
That I'm a wicked young lady, but I've been trying hard lately
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O fuck it! I'm a monster! I admit it!
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Well it makes me so mad that my blood starts a-going
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La la la la, La la la lie
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Mama always told me that we all gotta die
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Well yeah, I drowned the Bailey kid, stabbed Mrs. Colgate, I admit
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Did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed
But I never crucified little Biko, that was two junior high school psychos
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Stinky Bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head
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I'll sing to the lot, now you got me going
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La la la la, La la la lie
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All God's children have all gotta die
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There were all the others, all our sisters and brothers
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You assumed were accidents, best forgotten
Recall the children who broke through the ice on Lake Tahoo?
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Everyone assumed the "Warning" signs had followed 'em to the bottom
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Well, they're underneath the house where I do quite a bit of stowing
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La la la la, La la la lie
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Even twenty little children, now they had to die
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And the fire of '91 that razed the Bella Vista slum
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That was the biggest shit-fight this country's ever seen
Insurance companies ruined, land lords getting sued
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All cause of wee girl with a can of gasoline
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Those flames really roared when the winds started blowing
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La la la la, La la la lie
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Well the rich man and the poor man, they all got to die
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Well I confessed to all these crimes and they put me on trial
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I was laughing when they took me away
Off to the asylum in an old black Mariah
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Well it ain't home, but you know, it's better than jail
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It ain't such bad old place to have a home in
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La la la la, La la la lie
Dm Am
All God's children they all gotta die
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Now I got shrinks that will not rest with their endless Rorschach tests
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I keep telling them that I think they're out to get me
They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, "Why of course!
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There is so much more I could have done if they'd let me!"
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So it's Rorschach and Prozac and everything is groovy
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La la la la, La la la lie
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All God's children they all have to die
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La la la la, La la la lie
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I'm happy as a lark and everything is fine
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La la la la, La la la lie
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Yeah, everything is groovy and everything is fine
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La la la la, La la la lie
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All God's children they gotta die
