--------------------------------------------------------------------------------  (l,m) Nick Cave   (Inspired by the traditional song 'Katie Cruel')  (p) Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds   < Nick Cave: vocals, harmonica; Mick Harvey: rhythm guitar;   Blixa Bargeld: guitar; Conway Savage: piano, other vocals;   Martyn Casey: bass; Thomas Wydler: drums;   The Bad Seeds: backing vocals;   Mick Harvey & David Blumberg: string arrangements;   Dennis Karmazyn: cello; Bruce Dukov, Barbara Porter: violins >   ( Henry's Dream [Mute, 1992] )  --------------------------------------------------------------------------------  When I first came to town  All the people gathered round  They bought me drinks  Lord, how they quickly changed their tune  When I first came to town  People took me round from end to end  Like someone may take round a friend  O how quickly they changed their tune  Suspicion and dark murmurs surround me  Everywhere I go they confound me  As though the blood on my hands  Is there for every citizen to see  O sweet Jesus  There is no turning back  There is always one more town  A little further down the track  And from my window, across the tracks  I watch the juicers burn their fires  And in that light  Their faces leer at me  How I wish they'd just let me be  When I first came to town  Their favours were for free  Now even the doors of the whores of this town  Are closed to me  I search the mirror  And I try to see  Why the people of this town  Have washed their hands of me  O sweet Jesus  There is no turning back  There is always one more town  A little further down the track  O lord, every god-damn turn I take  I fear the noose, I fear the stake  For there is no bone  They did not break  In all the towns I've been before  Well those that sin against me are snuffed out  I know from every day that I live  God-damn the day that I was born  The night that forced me from the womb  And god-damn this town  For I am leaving now  But one day I will return  And the people of this town will surely see  Just how quickly the tables turn  O sweet Jesus  This really is the end  There is always one more town  A little further round the end  --------------------------------------------------------------------------------