I'm going back to Salome Things could get ugly if I stay And I was just leaving anyway I could sink or swim But then again I could go back to Salome
To be the champion of lost causes To be the cutter of the losses Or just to let sleeping dogs lay I might be worse for wear But darling, I don't care I'm going back to Salome
To find a friend To find my way home again Dear Lord, please lead me not astray 'Cause I could shoot to kill But better still I could go back to Salome
To find a friend To find my way home again And if I die before today Then you can box my ass Be kindly when I pass And take me back to Salome