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 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