Spinning Jenny - Skyclad

She came down from the Western Hills when we were not prepared

I turned deaf ears to words of warning now I’m running scared

Casting caution to the wind now that the cat’s away

I say my grace, fill my face then for forgiveness pray

God knows I was an honest man, the same as any other

Who loved his wife, worked all his life to keep his family

Until the beast that never sleeps beneath my silken covers

Reared its head and bit its thumb at my morality

Her passion for passion

It will devour

Cruel are the thorns of this delicate flower

Her lust for lust

It will consume

A siren song summons all men to their doom

She whispered of her innocence, a plea I must contest

While baptizing helpless sinners with a missionary zest

She will exorcise your demons then exercise your thighs

Await your second coming with a hunger in her eyes

Her sweetmeats are the souls of men, she’ll gorge herself to bursting

And for yours her heart is thirsting as a spider craves a fly

No mortal man could ever hope to suit her as a suitor

She’ll rewrite the Kama Sutra if you’d care to watch her try

Her passion for passion

It will devour

Cruel are the thorns of this delicate flower

Her lust for lust

It will consume

A siren song summons all men to their doom

I reach for heaven, desire drags me down

When fools choose their king I’ll be heir to that crown

A strange kind of madness I cannot condone

If you are without sin come cast the first stone