My Erisian Priestess Babylonian

She Dressed In Sheer Pandemonium ,

Like An Erisian Priestess Babylonian ,

Playing Reeds That Sounded Like A Harmonium

Dispensing Vials Of Distilled Pure Conium

I Asked If She Was Alone She Said I Am

She Said She Wove Chaos With The Best Of Them

I Asked If Her Legs Spread She Said You Bet They Can

Just Leave Your Money On My Altar And Come Again