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