St. Paul of the Tarantulas

Oh St. Paul of the Tarantulas Take this one She's on fire That moon is bleeding in a poison sky Take us to the chapel of St. Paul Summon the minstrels of the town Bring us guitar The organetto The castanet The horn And the drum Now she is waking in a world we cannot see (O tarantula, O tarantella) Where the devils and the ghosts are writhing in the trees (O tarantula, O tarantella) Sweat from her brow is pooling in the sheets (O tarantula, O tarantella) She casts them off, staggers to the street (O tarantula, O tarantella) We gather in the square now, children Cristina, drive out your poison Cristina, drive it out or die I see them, the men are weeping in the square now (O tarantula, O tarantella) (O tarantula, O tarantella) (O tarantula, O tarantella) (O tarantula, O tarantella) Weeping the square now Drive out your sin, child Cristina, or die Gods turn and laugh There's no respite from the past It squats like a spider In the shadow you cast Gone, gone, the wasted days Gone and gone all the useless prayers Death, death, the rack and pail Wrap her now in her father's veil