I made my demands for a paper heart and olive eyes,
She started this
She clutched the ransom like her rosary,
Quoting from the past
“Another twenty-one gun salute for the martyr”
Dripping mascara and stopping sound,
Another twenty-one gun salute for the martyr,
That murder

She was a tiger, with sharp teeth and polished nail
Preying on the lonely souls, with a scent of sex appeal

Digging deeper, reaching further
My heart will shed the veins that bind
Love, oppression, disaster, devotion
Your Body, My Satellite
Carry on, carry on, Magdalene
Part of me will always be your guide
Part of me will always be

Part of me will only be seen in the night sky

Digging deeper, reaching further
My heart will shed the veins that bind
Carry on, carry on, my Magdalene

Love, oppression, disaster, devotion
Part of me will only be seen in the night sky