Lucky Like St. Sebastian Lyrics
| Song | Lucky Like St. Sebastian |
| Artist | Momus |
| Album | Circus Maximus |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Momus | |
| Once upon a time there was a man called Saul | |
| Who persecuted Christians until he saw | |
| The work was bearing fruit for the Christians | |
| So the man changed his opinions and his Christian name to Paul | |
| And he wrote important chapters in the Bible | |
| But the blood on his writing hand reeked to high heaven | |
| And Paul resolved to die | |
| So he wrote to friends in Rome | |
| A senator who owed him a favour | |
| Asking for an executioner | |
| So Paul could make his exit as a martyr | |
| The senator sent this answer: | |
| He said "Should you be so lucky like St Sebastian | |
| Preferring the ache to the aspirin | |
| Swooning as they shoot the arrows | |
| Through your narrow chest | |
| Stripping naked in the Circus Maximus | |
| With a martyr-eating lioness | |
| Bartering with flesh for a little pain | |
| Scenes like this give sadomasochism a bad name" | |
| Once there was a man who loved a woman too much | |
| To give up hope when he saw she wouldn't touch him with a barge pole | |
| He spent his whole life in the Inferno | |
| He composed in thirty-four cantos | |
| O Dante though I'm anti such romantic speculation | |
| I'm your hypocrite reader in the same situation | |
| I'm your double, oh me I'm your brother in pain | |
| But Alighieri if you'll listen there's a difference | |
| Between your Beatrice and my Paula | |
| She's anonymous and now a waitress | |
| - It's comic but not divine | |
| The tragedy is no-one's dying! | |
| Should I be so lucky like St Sebastian | |
| Going out with a bang, just hear me | |
| Whimpering with joy as Mr Death receives his blue-eyed boy | |
| Surrender unto Caesar or to God, it makes no odds | |
| There's just one thing the martyr wants to say: | |
| He says "Tell me, Mrs Lincoln, did you enjoy the play?" |
| zuo ci : Momus | |
| Once upon a time there was a man called Saul | |
| Who persecuted Christians until he saw | |
| The work was bearing fruit for the Christians | |
| So the man changed his opinions and his Christian name to Paul | |
| And he wrote important chapters in the Bible | |
| But the blood on his writing hand reeked to high heaven | |
| And Paul resolved to die | |
| So he wrote to friends in Rome | |
| A senator who owed him a favour | |
| Asking for an executioner | |
| So Paul could make his exit as a martyr | |
| The senator sent this answer: | |
| He said " Should you be so lucky like St Sebastian | |
| Preferring the ache to the aspirin | |
| Swooning as they shoot the arrows | |
| Through your narrow chest | |
| Stripping naked in the Circus Maximus | |
| With a martyreating lioness | |
| Bartering with flesh for a little pain | |
| Scenes like this give sadomasochism a bad name" | |
| Once there was a man who loved a woman too much | |
| To give up hope when he saw she wouldn' t touch him with a barge pole | |
| He spent his whole life in the Inferno | |
| He composed in thirtyfour cantos | |
| O Dante though I' m anti such romantic speculation | |
| I' m your hypocrite reader in the same situation | |
| I' m your double, oh me I' m your brother in pain | |
| But Alighieri if you' ll listen there' s a difference | |
| Between your Beatrice and my Paula | |
| She' s anonymous and now a waitress | |
| It' s comic but not divine | |
| The tragedy is noone' s dying! | |
| Should I be so lucky like St Sebastian | |
| Going out with a bang, just hear me | |
| Whimpering with joy as Mr Death receives his blueeyed boy | |
| Surrender unto Caesar or to God, it makes no odds | |
| There' s just one thing the martyr wants to say: | |
| He says " Tell me, Mrs Lincoln, did you enjoy the play?" |
| zuò cí : Momus | |
| Once upon a time there was a man called Saul | |
| Who persecuted Christians until he saw | |
| The work was bearing fruit for the Christians | |
| So the man changed his opinions and his Christian name to Paul | |
| And he wrote important chapters in the Bible | |
| But the blood on his writing hand reeked to high heaven | |
| And Paul resolved to die | |
| So he wrote to friends in Rome | |
| A senator who owed him a favour | |
| Asking for an executioner | |
| So Paul could make his exit as a martyr | |
| The senator sent this answer: | |
| He said " Should you be so lucky like St Sebastian | |
| Preferring the ache to the aspirin | |
| Swooning as they shoot the arrows | |
| Through your narrow chest | |
| Stripping naked in the Circus Maximus | |
| With a martyreating lioness | |
| Bartering with flesh for a little pain | |
| Scenes like this give sadomasochism a bad name" | |
| Once there was a man who loved a woman too much | |
| To give up hope when he saw she wouldn' t touch him with a barge pole | |
| He spent his whole life in the Inferno | |
| He composed in thirtyfour cantos | |
| O Dante though I' m anti such romantic speculation | |
| I' m your hypocrite reader in the same situation | |
| I' m your double, oh me I' m your brother in pain | |
| But Alighieri if you' ll listen there' s a difference | |
| Between your Beatrice and my Paula | |
| She' s anonymous and now a waitress | |
| It' s comic but not divine | |
| The tragedy is noone' s dying! | |
| Should I be so lucky like St Sebastian | |
| Going out with a bang, just hear me | |
| Whimpering with joy as Mr Death receives his blueeyed boy | |
| Surrender unto Caesar or to God, it makes no odds | |
| There' s just one thing the martyr wants to say: | |
| He says " Tell me, Mrs Lincoln, did you enjoy the play?" |
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