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 this fucking poison”
But the dumb, they give no warnings

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo

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
I am more sorry that you took me for a whore
Well, then I’m sorry that I took you for a whore

Morticians…

Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh