A Box for Black Paul Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

[Chorus]
Who'll build a box for black Paul?

[Verse 1]
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 fuckin' lot right up in smoke
Ain't there nothing sacred anymore
Won't someone 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!"

[Verse 2]
Black-puppetin' 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!'
Heyheyheyhey...