JEZEBEL 

It's the pleasure she craves and let the meaning go to hell... 
So at the cemetery gates I went down on Jezebel. 
The pearl in her navel glittered above me like the moon.
I longed for the oblivion I knew she'd grant me soon.....
Now every kind of lie came tumbling from her lips. 
But it was the God's honest truth spoke in the rhythm of her hips... 
The wind blew through the gravestones and murmured in the grass.. 
I longed for the oblivion I knew would never last... 
So she came in the shade of that sycamore tree, 
and when the trembling was done she'd already forgotten me. 
So she leaves without a murmur 
and me I'm still kneeling at that gate, 
longing for the oblivion that always comes too late...