Baptist Boy

Is that your girl with the slicked back hair?
And the push up bra, well I don’t care
I wanna cut your hair… I wanna say your prayer…
My baptist boy with the rabid stare
CHORUS:
Oh Salomé
A big black cloud has come my way
It’s here to stay
So give yourself to sin
Let it in let it in let it in
I curse this town every night and day
From the drunk old men to the newborn babes
Pueblo perdido, la ciela gris
You’re the paprika, babe, on Errol Flynn’s prick
CHORUS (x2)