In the cold, coldest of nights
The fire I light 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 fur
I see the dust in the morning bright sets the room alive
By the telly appears Salome

I stand before her amazed
As she dances and demands
The head of Isidora Duncan on a plate
Oh, it's Salome
Oh, it's Salome

In the cold, coldest of nights
The fire I light 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 any bastard on a plate