Salomè

                                  In the cold, coldest of nights

The fire I light, to warm my bones

I've had enough, of the dreadful cold

And from the flames, appears Salome



I stand before her amazed

As she dances and demands

The head of john the baptist on a plate



In the morning, shaken and disturbed 

From under soft white fur 

I see the dust in the morning bright sets the room alive

And by the telly appears Salome 



I stand before her amazed

As she dances and demands

The head of Isidora Duncan on a plate

Oh, It's Salome 

Oh, It's Salome



In the cold, coldest of nights

The fire I light, to warm my bones

I've had enough, of the dreadful cold

And from the flames appears Salome



I stand before her amazed

As she dances and demands

The head of any bastard on a plate