Dance of the seven veils

Johhny my love, get out of the business
the odds are getting fatter by the minute
that I have got a bright and shiny platter
and I am gonna get your heavy head

I ask because I'm a cunt in spring
You can rend me by the hour I know all about the ugly pilgrim thing
Entertainers bring May flowers

So Johnny my love
We got us a witness
now all we gotta do is get a preacher
He can probably skip the "until death" part
Because Johnny my love you're already dead