Lyrically peaking: Bridges To Babylon

Saint Of Me

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

Anybody Seen My Baby

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. ]

Already Over Me

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

Flip The Switch

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

All lyrics by Mick Jagger/Keith Richards, except where otherwise specified.