Seven Steps

When I came down to rescue you, there was no one there
Seven steps from the Colosseum to the parlour stair
I was swayed by the heralds who'd drawn a blank on your name
And the man in the sheepskin mask who said I wasn't to blame

What began as a landing place is now a combat zone
Filled with matrons who tell me "That battle axe is your own, boy"
Two packloads of wilderness herbs are loaded, ready to go
But these mules are too close to the sorrow, too far from the show

She's a darling, she's a demon, she's a lamb
But I'm just not sure about what I am

I can't tell if they're on their way or if they're already here
With my loyal and much loved companions well it's never quite clear
But they'll just sit right down and gorge themselves on them cinnamon buns
My sweet tooth says I wanna, my wisdom tooth says no

She's a darling, she's a demon, she's a lamb
But I'm just not sure about what I am