
Up Jumped the Devil Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
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[Verse 1]
Oh my, oh my, what a wretched life
I was born on the day that my poor mamma died
I was cut from her belly with a Stanley knife
My daddy did a jig with the drunk midwife
[Chorus]
Who's that yonder all in flames
Dragging behind him a sack of chains
Who's that yonder all in flames
Up jumped the Devil and he staked his claim on me
[Verse 2]
Oh poor heart, I was doomed from the start
Doomed to play the villain's part
I was the baddest Johnny in the apple cart
My blood was blacker than the chambers of a dead nun's heart
[Chorus]
Who's that milling round the courthouse steps?
Nailing my face to the hitching fence
Who's that milling round the courthouse steps?
Up jumped the Devil and off we crept
[Verse 3]
Oh no, oh no, where could I go
With my hump of trouble and my sack of woe?
To the digs and deserts of Mexico
Where my neck was safe from the lynching rope
Oh my, oh my, what a wretched life
I was born on the day that my poor mamma died
I was cut from her belly with a Stanley knife
My daddy did a jig with the drunk midwife
[Chorus]
Who's that yonder all in flames
Dragging behind him a sack of chains
Who's that yonder all in flames
Up jumped the Devil and he staked his claim on me
[Verse 2]
Oh poor heart, I was doomed from the start
Doomed to play the villain's part
I was the baddest Johnny in the apple cart
My blood was blacker than the chambers of a dead nun's heart
[Chorus]
Who's that milling round the courthouse steps?
Nailing my face to the hitching fence
Who's that milling round the courthouse steps?
Up jumped the Devil and off we crept
[Verse 3]
Oh no, oh no, where could I go
With my hump of trouble and my sack of woe?
To the digs and deserts of Mexico
Where my neck was safe from the lynching rope
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