Salome

In the cold

The 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 alit

By the telly appears Salome

I stand before her amazed

As she dances and demands

The head of Isadora 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

From the flames appears Salome

I stand before her amazed

As she dances and demands

The head of any bastard on a plate