The Courtesan Has Sung

Courtesan has sung

And Nadia says the crowd's too young

And Amber says she hates guitar

The Courtesan has sung

And Nadia says the crowd's too young

And Amber says she hates guitar

Think of the scene where a washed-up actor

Wipes the makeup off his wife

And says

Morticians must've took you for a whore

The Courtesan has sung

And Nadia says the crowd's too young

And Amber says she hates guitar

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"

The Courtesan has sung

And Nadia says the crowd's too young

And Amber says she hates guitar

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

The Courtesan has sung

And Nadia says the crowd's too young

And Amber says she hates guitar

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, it's fucking poison"

But the deaf, they hear no warnings

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Think of the scene where a washed-up actor

Wipes the make-up off his wife

And says

Morticians must've took you for a whore

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

But if you're sorry that you took me for a whore

Well then I'm sorry that I took you for morticians