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