Testo di ' The Curse Of Millhaven ' di The Birthday Party

I live in a town called millhaven
And its small and its mean and its cold
But if you come around just as the sun goes down
You can watch the whole town turn to gold
Its around about then that I used to go a-roaming
Singing la la la la la la la lie
All gods children they all gotta die

My name is loretta but I prefer lottie
Im closing in on my fifteenth year
And if you think you have seen a pair of eyes more green
Then you sure didnt see them around here
My hair is yellow and Im always a-combing
La la la la la la la lie
Mama often told me we all got to die

You must have heard about the curse of millhaven
How last christmas bill blakes little boy didnt come home
They found him next week in one mile creek
His head bashed in and his pockets full of stones
Well, just imagine all the wailing and moaning
La la la la la la la lie
Even little billy blakes boy, he had to die

Then professor orye from millhaven high
Found nailed to his door his prize-winning terrier
Then next day the old fool brought little biko to school
And we all had to watch as he buried her
His eulogy to biko had all the tears a-flowing
La la la la la la la lie
Even gods little creatures, they have to die

Our little town fell into a state of shock
A lot of people were saying things that made little sense
Then the next thing you know the head of handyman joe
Was found in the fountain of the mayors residence
Foul play can really get a small town going
La la la la la la la lie
Even gods children all have to die

Then, in a cruel twist of fate, old mrs colgate
Was stabbed but the job was not complete
The last thing she said before the cops pronounced her dead
Was, my killer is loretta and she lives across the street!
Twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning
La la la la la la la lie
The young ones, the old ones, they all gotta die

Yes, it is i, lottie. the curse of millhaven
Ive struck horror in the heart of this town
Like my eyes aint green and my hair aint yellow
Its more like the other way around
I gotta pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming
La la la la la la la lie
Sooner or later we all gotta die

Since I was no bigger than a weavil theyve been saying I was evil
That if bad was a boot that Id fit it
That Im a wicked young lady, but Ive been trying hard lately
O fuck it! Im a monster! I admit it!
It makes me so mad my blood really starts a-going
La la la la la la la lie
Mama always told me that we all gotta die

Yeah, I drowned the blakey kid, stabbed mrs. colgate, I admit
Did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed
But I never crucified little biko, that was two junior high school psychos
Stinky bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head
Ill sing to the lot, now you got me going
La la la la la la la lie
All gods children have all gotta die

There were all the others, all our sisters and brothers
You assumed were accidents, best forgotten
Recall the children who broke through the ice on lake tahoo?
Everyone assumed the warning signs had followed them to the bottom
Well, theyre underneath the house where I do quite a bit of stowing
La la la la la la la lie
Even twenty little children, they had to die

And the fire of 91 that razed the bella vista slum
There was the biggest shit-fight this countrys ever seen
Insurance companies ruined, land lords getting sued
All cause of wee girl with a can of gasoline
Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing
La la la la la la la lie
Rich man, poor man, all got to die

Well I confessed to all these crimes and they put me on trial
I was laughing when they took me away
Off to the asylum in an old black mariah
It aint home, but you know, its fucking better than jail
It aint such bad old place to have a home in
La la la la la la la lie
All gods children they all gotta die

Now I got shrinks that will not rest with their endless rorschach tests
I keep telling them theyre out to get me
They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, why of course!
There is so much more I could have done if theyd let me!
So its rorschach and prozac and everything is groovy
Singing la la la la la la la lie
All gods children they all have to die
La la la la la la la lie
Im happy as a lark and everything is fine
Singing la la la la la la la lie
Yeah, everything is groovy and everything is fine
Singing la la la la la la la lie
All gods children they gotta die