Courtesan has sung

Wipes the makeup off his wife

And says

The stranger finds you in your home

Says, "Brother, your work's got no soul"

You say, "Brother, bite your tongue,"

"It is my soul that you have won"

And when she showed him all her paintings

He said let's do something racy

Took the bottle from his pocket

It was vodka

Again

Five actors have arrived

They are good-looking but they're hungry

They start looking with the trash found on the

Safety

Of the stage

And you see a crowd is forming

But the winged things are swarming

Yelling, "Stop this fucking poison"

But the dumb, they give no warnings

Wipes the make-up off his wife

And says

Oh, morticians must've took you for a whore

Oh, look, I'm sorry that they took you for a whore

And I am sorry if you took me for a whore

Oh, I am sorry if you took me for a whore

I am more sorry that you took me for a whore

Well, then I'm sorry that I took you for a whore

Morticians...