(Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds – “The Carny”)
And no-one saw The Carny go
The weeks flew by
‘Til they moved on the show
Leaving his caravan behind
It was parked out on the south-east ridge
And as the company crossed the bridge
With the first rain filling the bone-dry river bed
It shone just so upon the edge
Away! Away! We’re sad to say!
Dog-boy, Atlas, Mandrake, the Geeks, the hired hands
There was not one among them that did not cast an eye behind
In the hope that The Carny would return to own kind
The Carny left behind a horse all skin and bone
That he’d named ‘Sorrow’
And it was a shallow, unmarked grave
That that old nag was laid
In the then parched meadow
And it was the dwarves that were given the task of digging the ditch
And laying the nag’s carcass in ground
While Boss Bellini waved his smoking pistol around
Saying, “the nag was dead meat
We can’t afford to carry dead weight”
While the whole company standing about
Not making a sound
And turning to the dwarves perched upon the enclosure gate
The Boss says, “bury this lump of crow bait”
