| Song | Spinning Jenny |
| Artist | Skyclad |
| Album | No Daylight Nor Heeltaps |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ramsey, Walkyier | |
| She came down from the | |
| Western Hills when we were not prepared | |
| I turned deaf ears to words of warning now | |
| I'm running scared. | |
| Casting caution to the wind now that the cat's away | |
| I say my grace - fill my face (then for forgiveness pray). | |
| Gon knows | |
| I was an honest man - the same as any other | |
| Who loved his wife - worked all his life to keep his family | |
| Until the 'beast' that never sleeps beneath my silken covers | |
| Reared its head and bit its thumb at my morality. [Chorus:] | |
| Her passion for passion - it will devour | |
| Cruel are the thorns of this delicate flower | |
| Her lust for lust - it will consume | |
| A siren song summons all men to their doom. | |
| She whispered of her innocence - (a plea I must contest) | |
| While baptising helpless sinners with a missionary zest | |
| She will exorcise your demons - then exercise your thighs | |
| Await your 'second-coming' with a hunger in her eyes. | |
| Her sweetmeats are the souls of men - she'll gorge herself to bursting | |
| And for yours her heart is thirsting - as a spider craves a fly | |
| No mortal man could ever hope to suit her as a suitor | |
| Sh'll rewrite the | |
| Kama Sutra if you'd care to watch her try. [Repeat Chorus] | |
| I reach for heaven - desire drags me down | |
| When fools choose their king | |
| I'll be heir to that crown | |
| A strange kind of madness | |
| I cannot condone | |
| If you are without sin come cast the first stone. |
| zuo ci : Ramsey, Walkyier | |
| She came down from the | |
| Western Hills when we were not prepared | |
| I turned deaf ears to words of warning now | |
| I' m running scared. | |
| Casting caution to the wind now that the cat' s away | |
| I say my grace fill my face then for forgiveness pray. | |
| Gon knows | |
| I was an honest man the same as any other | |
| Who loved his wife worked all his life to keep his family | |
| Until the ' beast' that never sleeps beneath my silken covers | |
| Reared its head and bit its thumb at my morality. Chorus: | |
| Her passion for passion it will devour | |
| Cruel are the thorns of this delicate flower | |
| Her lust for lust it will consume | |
| A siren song summons all men to their doom. | |
| She whispered of her innocence a plea I must contest | |
| While baptising helpless sinners with a missionary zest | |
| She will exorcise your demons then exercise your thighs | |
| Await your ' secondcoming' with a hunger in her eyes. | |
| Her sweetmeats are the souls of men she' ll gorge herself to bursting | |
| And for yours her heart is thirsting as a spider craves a fly | |
| No mortal man could ever hope to suit her as a suitor | |
| Sh' ll rewrite the | |
| Kama Sutra if you' d care to watch her try. Repeat Chorus | |
| I reach for heaven desire drags me down | |
| When fools choose their king | |
| I' ll be heir to that crown | |
| A strange kind of madness | |
| I cannot condone | |
| If you are without sin come cast the first stone. |
| zuò cí : Ramsey, Walkyier | |
| She came down from the | |
| Western Hills when we were not prepared | |
| I turned deaf ears to words of warning now | |
| I' m running scared. | |
| Casting caution to the wind now that the cat' s away | |
| I say my grace fill my face then for forgiveness pray. | |
| Gon knows | |
| I was an honest man the same as any other | |
| Who loved his wife worked all his life to keep his family | |
| Until the ' beast' that never sleeps beneath my silken covers | |
| Reared its head and bit its thumb at my morality. Chorus: | |
| Her passion for passion it will devour | |
| Cruel are the thorns of this delicate flower | |
| Her lust for lust it will consume | |
| A siren song summons all men to their doom. | |
| She whispered of her innocence a plea I must contest | |
| While baptising helpless sinners with a missionary zest | |
| She will exorcise your demons then exercise your thighs | |
| Await your ' secondcoming' with a hunger in her eyes. | |
| Her sweetmeats are the souls of men she' ll gorge herself to bursting | |
| And for yours her heart is thirsting as a spider craves a fly | |
| No mortal man could ever hope to suit her as a suitor | |
| Sh' ll rewrite the | |
| Kama Sutra if you' d care to watch her try. Repeat Chorus | |
| I reach for heaven desire drags me down | |
| When fools choose their king | |
| I' ll be heir to that crown | |
| A strange kind of madness | |
| I cannot condone | |
| If you are without sin come cast the first stone. |