His Kiss, the Riot

The devil take this Orpheus

And his belladonna kiss

Beautiful

Poisonous

Lovely

Deadly

Dangerous, this Jack of Hearts

With his kiss

The riot starts

All my children came here poor

Clamoring for bed and board

Now what do they clamor for?

Freedom, freedom!

Have I made myself their lord

Just to fall upon the sword

Of some pauper's minor chord

Who will lead them?

Who lays all our best laid plans?

Who makes work for idle hands?

Only one thing to be done

Let them go but let there be

Some term to be agreed upon

Some condition

Orpheus the undersigned

Shall not turn to look behind

She's out of sight

And he's out of his mind

Every coward seems courageous

In the safety of a crowd

Bravery can be contagious

When the band is playing loud

Nothing makes a man so bold

As a woman's smile

And a hand to hold

But all alone

His blood runs thin

And doubt comes

Doubt comes in