Dance Of The Seven Veils

Johnny, my love, get out of the business

It makes me wanna rough you up so badly

Makes me wanna roll you up in plastic

Toss you up and pump you full of lead

Johnny, my love, get out of the business

The odds are getting fatter by the minute

That I have got a bright and shiny platter

And I am gonna get your heavy head

I only ask because I'm a real cunt in spring

You can rent me by the hour

I know all about the ugly pilgrim thing

Entertainers bring May flowers

So Johnny, my love, we got us a witness

Now all we gotta do is get a preacher

He can probably skip the "until death" part

'Cause Johnny, my love, you're already dead

I only ask because I'm a real cunt in spring

You can rent me by the hour

I know all about the ugly pilgrim thing

Entertainers bring May flowers

May flowers

May flowers

To you