I'm the Chief of Blue Öyster Cult I rule the Four winds with my telepathy My Career's as Flaming as my Pride But they are both poisoned I've to tell you
Oh sweet Mistress of the Salmon Salt Where lies the Origin of your sympathy And if you shurely Choose to hide It At Least Choose to Show me Your Soft White Underbelly
Let's sign a secret Treaty It will take a little Time All that you fancy sweety For this Colour of Quicklime Well now I send my agent With Hope you'll Favour me And you will act intelligent 'Tween Fortune and Destiny
I'm the Head of our brotherhood Cagey old bird over pile of cretins It's so easy'n'funny to Secure Submission to my subhuman tyranny
But teen Heater of the Holy Blood You make me much more imbecile than cretins And I know only remedy to cure Me Come on Harvest My Eyes With... You Know what I Mean
I didn't fear the Reaper So it will be at this Time All that you wish Bloodheater For the Colour of Quicklime And now I send my busters With Hope you will not laugh Please let us make our Summer The Summer of Sinful Love