Nick Cave.

I know you live nearby-
Sited in Snooper's Paradise
Swinging in a black leather trench
Clenching the reluctant fist
Of your son.
He doesn't care how dark you are
Or the way you spat out
On Stagger Lee.
About a man who would
Crawl over fifty good....
Well, you know the one-
Daddy can swear
The birds from the trees.
I dream about being so gothic
That you leave your wife
And tiny Caves.
We can hang around Hove
Singing murder ballads.
You could further cultivate
A drooping moustache.