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



Johhny 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)