I'm going back to Salome
Things could get ugly if I stay
And I was just leaving anyway
I could sink or swim
But then again
I could go back to Salome
To be the champion of lost causes
To be the cutter of the losses
Or just to let sleeping dogs lay
I might be worse for wear
But darling, I don't care
I'm going back to Salome
To find a friend
To find my way home again
Dear Lord, please lead me not astray
'Cause I could shoot to kill
But better still
I could go back to Salome
To find a friend
To find my way home again
And if I die before today
Then you can box my ass
Be kindly when I pass
And take me back to Salome