Come hither, ye sons of Sodom,
See fairly shining from morning gloom,
Comeliest maiden of Gomorrah,
Fa-la-la-la, la-la-la,
Her piercing eyes make even bravehearts whole.
Locks flow like soft golden showers,
Bless the head of ivory towers.
Good night, good night, who seeks the grail,
Fa-la-la-la, la-la-la,
Deep in thy dreaming you triumph,
Yet in real life you fail.
Plough ye fert'n sword for God,
How best to burst out from his pod.
And her fixed head break his rod,
Poor old God bent and broke his rod.
Rest from thy quest, pious pilgrim,
Find unblemished salvation,
Experience rapture's novitables.
Fa-la-la-la, la-la-la,
She's got her ears, he's just Elysium.
