Dance of The Seven Veils

[Verse 1] Johnny, my love, get out of the business It makes me want to rough you up so badly Makes me want to roll you up in plastic Toss you up and pump you full of lead [Verse 2] 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 [Hook] 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 [Verse 3] 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 [Hook] [Outro] May flowers May flowers To you