Salome - Peter Doherty

In the cold, the coldest of nights

A fire alights to warm my bones

I’ve had enough of the dreadful cold

And from the flames appears Salome

I stand before her amazed

As she dances and demands

The head of John the Baptist on a plate

In the morning

Shaken and disturbed

From under soft white furs

See the dust in the morning bright

Sets the room alight

By the telly appears Salome

I stand before her amazed

As she dances and demands

The head of Isadora Duncan on a plate

Oh, Salome

Oh, Salome

In the cold, coldest of nights

A fire alights to warm my bones

I’ve had enough of the dreadful cold

From the flames appears Salome

I stand before her amazed

As she dances and demands

The head of any bastard on a plate