| Heal me darling | |
| Pleaded the playboy bedroom eyes | |
| Grace your sunshine | |
| Till everything's okay, alright, fine | |
| What's hers is his | |
| 'Cause everything is forgiven, forgiven | |
| Though he soured the milk of human kindness | |
| All is forgiven | |
| (All is forgiven) | |
| Truth and avarice | |
| Encircle his words like a barber pole | |
| Twisted and useless | |
| Till they disappear in her camisole | |
| (Goodnight alibi) | |
| Throw away your daggers and pills | |
| 'Cause everything's still forgiven, forgiven | |
| Though he bit off the nipple of human kindness | |
| All is forgiven | |
| (All is forgiven) | |
| Hypocrite, four flusher, snake in the grass | |
| Just a swindler and wolf in sheep's clothing, liar | |
| Yes he tries to hide the cross he bears | |
| But splinters, like the truth have always risen | |
| All is forgiven | |
| Though he shelters in the | |
| Shade of the wings of a stool pigeon | |
| All is forgiven | |
| Heal me darling | |
| Pleaded the playboy bedroom eyes | |
| Grace your sunshine | |
| Till everything's okay, alright, fine | |
| Truth and avarice | |
| Encircle his words like a barber pole | |
| Twisted and useless | |
| Till they disappear in her camisole | |
| All is forgiven |