She lays down while you dream
head on your pillow.
In her hand, warm underneath your chin
A knife! up against your skin.

    You are Samson, your fire's not gone
    You are Samson, your fire's not gone
    You are Samson, your fire's not gone
    You're still the Temple Crusher

Oh, the warm fire in your piles of curls
now your hair's been cut! Fire unfurled.
And you think you need a lover, just to keep warm
And you question yourself:  your mantle's been shorn

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Blind and wounded, they think they've got you down
Paid Delilah to cut your crown
So you stand between the pillars, they gather 'round
Pray for your strength -- tear the temple down.

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