St. Paul of the Tarantulas

Oh St. Paul of the Tarantulas
 Take this one
 She's on fire
 That moon is bleeding in a poison sky
 Take us to the chapel of St. Paul
 Summon the minstrels of the town
 Bring us guitar
 The organetto
 The castanet
 The horn
 And the drum
 Now she is waking in a world we cannot see
 (O tarantula, O tarantella)
 Where the devils and the ghosts are writhing in the trees
 (O tarantula, O tarantella)
 Sweat from her brow is pooling in the sheets
 (O tarantula, O tarantella)
 She casts them off, staggers to the street
 (O tarantula, O tarantella) We gather in the square now, children
 Cristina, drive out your poison
 Cristina, drive it out or die
 I see them, the men are weeping in the square now
 (O tarantula, O tarantella)
 (O tarantula, O tarantella)
 (O tarantula, O tarantella)
 (O tarantula, O tarantella) Weeping the square now
 Drive out your sin, child
 Cristina, or die
 Gods turn and laugh
 There's no respite from the past
 It squats like a spider
 In the shadow you cast
 Gone, gone, the wasted days
 Gone and gone all the useless prayers
 Death, death, the rack and pail
 Wrap her now in her father's veil