Vendors of love, standing on end
End of a world, destiny, adultery
I think of you often
That woman Jezebel

Fear nought my children
I shant need the scissors
I will gnaw the umbilical cord
With my teeth

If a God lets us live
Should we be faithful?
Tears cleave vertically
Through space within a drop of water

Yeah, Thoth has been busy
Hovering over the scribes

I will think of you often
Yeah, someone slit my throat again
That woman Jezebel

Cast her into a bed
And them that commit adultery
With me into great tribulation

Jezebel, that woman
C'mon and slit my throat again
The dogs will eat them all
And that woman Jezebel

I will think of you often
That woman Jezebel