Babe, You Turn Me on

Nick Cave and the bad seeds

Stay by me, stay by me
 You are the one, my only true love

The butcher bird makes it's noise
 And asks you to agree
 With it's brutal nesting habits
 And it's pointless savagery
 Now, the nightingale sings to you
 And raises up the ante
 I put one hand on your round ripe heart
 And the other down your panties

Everything is falling, dear
 Everything is wrong
 It's just history repeating itself
 And babe, you turn me on

Like a light bulb
 Like a song

You race naked through the wilderness
 You torment the birds and the bees
 You leapt into the abyss, but find
 It only goes up to your knees
 I move stealthily from tree to tree
 I shadow you for hours
 I make like I'm a little deer
 Grazing on the flowers

Everything is collapsing, dear
 All moral sense has gone
 It's just history repeating itself
 And babe, you turn me on

Like an idea
 Like an Atom bomb

We stand awed inside a clearing
 We do not make a sound
 The crimson snow falls all about
 Carpeting the ground

Everything is falling, dear
 All rhyme and reason gone
 It's just history repeating itself
 And, babe, you turn me on

Like an idea
 Like an Atom bomb