Tender Prey

It all began when they took me from my home And put me on Death Row, a crime for which I am totally innocent, you know. I began to warm and chill To objects and their fields, A ragged cup, a twisted mop The face of Jesus in my soup Those sinister din

O My O My What a wretched life I was born on the day That my poor mother died I was cut from her belly With a stanley knife My daddy did a jig With the drunk midwife Who's that younder all in flames Dragging behind him a sack of chains Who's that you