Random Spirit Lover

Random Spirit Lover

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 morticians
Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh