It happened right here, here in this room, she wrapped her legs around menOn a rusty nailbed with a wreath nOn the wall, that's exactly how the lynch mob found menAnd they bore me shoulder-high, embalmed in J & D,nPast the railway arches and the gypsy camp to the old slate quarrynAnd a sickly looking boy in a Marcel wave was squinting to read out the sentencenThere was an angel in an armband and a pig tied to a tree and a whole lot of talk nof repentancenI heard an unlatched gate banging in the breeze, then somebody kicked the stool away and they're hanging off my kneesnI'm in an unmarked grave up by the Cock o' The North, and I'm kind of enjoying the silencenBut the Devil prods me with his toasting-fork, says Hey, remember the terms of our alliance? nAnd it's 4am and raining and I'm hunting for my good luck charms and there's a leathery pair of pterodactyl's wings sprouting from my arms nAnd you're tossing and turning in your negligée, I guess you're having a nightmarenI've got no head for heights nBut my arse is on the line, so when you wake up at last, I'm sitting right therenAnd I sweep you off like Superman would sweep off Lois LanenAnd I'm sorry but Satan needs you for his squeeze if I'm to walk the earth againnThe Devil's in his workshop in a pinstripe suit, a wig and some rimless glassesnThere's a posse of women with a wiggle in their walk and he's applying his brand to their arsesnAnd Satan hums a bittersweet song as you and I say our goodbyes, and I wake up naked in a lock up garage with a bellyful of butterfliesnI got a big old house with stuffed birds on the walls and real live wolves in the gardennAnd not a day goes by when I don't think of you and if I let you down I beg your pardon I got your photo on the mantelpiece among childhood heroes of minenAnd me and my ventriloquist's dummy, oh we talk about you all the time