We Drink From the Fountain

I met your father in his dolama

Standing on the dais, smiling back at me

Teeth like the shrines of Tophet, protruding out from his head

Framed by a yatagan in the family centuries

Inscribed with

Be not afraid

Your difficulties waylaid

By half of a Roman carnival

Soon we will be drinking wine and mead

And the curses will flow like a fumerole

Go

A vision of me in St. Agnes's eye

As tall as a torril with shoulders as wide

Rising from the thrown pillows to the servant's quarters

Creating and destroying with each drunken stride

There's one thing in common that good people share

That's the need to be together everywhere

But you and I, we drink from the fountain our fill

If the cure don't kill you, then the sickness surely will

Oh how your voice resonates while I'm admonished

Watch the noble men sipping their oolong tea

I have not the temperament of a crusader

Cause don't think heaven's what it's cracked up to be

My testimony's true, it may take a few

Cause feeling quite rakish in my seersucker suit

Believe me dear sir, I am far from the devil

But I'm here to take your family from you

Go

There's one thing in common that good people share

It's the need to be together everywhere

But you and I, we drink from the fountain our fill

Cause if the cure don't kill you, then the sickness surely will