Saint Paul the persecutor

Was a cruel and sinful man

Jesus hit him with a blinding light

And then his life began

Augustin knew temptation

He loved women, wine and song

And all the special pleasures

Of doing something wrong

John the Baptist was a martyr

But he stirred up Herod’s hate

And Salome got her wish

To have him served up on a plate

I taught her everything

I taught her how to dream

I taught her everything

I’m gonna teach her how to scream

I taught her all she knows

I taught her how to lie

I taught her everything

I’m gonna teach her how to cry

She confessed her love to me

Then she vanished on the breeze

Trying to hold on to that was just impossible

She was more than beautiful

Closer to etherial

With a kind of down to earth flavour

[ there’s a writing co-credit on this one for Canadian songstress k.d lang > after one of Keith Richard’s daughters noticed it sounded similar to her hit Constant Craving. ]

You say poverty is picturesque

As you dragged your nails across my chest

You’re so cold

You’re so cruel

I’m your man

Not your fool

I’m not going to burn in hell

I cased the joint

And I know it well

Maybe my carcass

Would feed the worms

But I’m working

For the other firm

Take me up

Baby I’m ready to go