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