Dance Of The Seven Veils lyrics

Johhny 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)