Song | The Courtesan Has Sung |
Artist | Sunset Rubdown |
Album | Random Spirit Lover |
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The 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 have 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 he 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 cooking | |
With the trash found on the safety of the stage | |
And you see the crowd is forming, but the winged things are swarming | |
Yelling, “Stop this fucking poison,” but the deaf, they hear no warnings | |
Whoa-ah-oh-ah-oh-oh-oh-oh | |
Whoa-ah-oh-ah-oh-oh-oh-oh | |
Whoa-ah-oh-ah-oh-oh-oh-oh | |
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooooh | |
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooooh | |
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooooh | |
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooooh) | |
Think of the scene where a washed-up actor wipes the makeup off his wife and says | |
“Morticians must have took you for a whore | |
Oh, morticians must have took you for a whore | |
Oh, love 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 | |
Oh, and you are sorry that you took me for a whore | |
Well, then I'm sorry that I took you for a mortician” | |
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooooh | |
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooooh) | |
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooooh) Whoa-ah-oh-ah-oh-oh-oh-oh | |
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooooh) Whoa-ah-oh-ah-oh-oh-oh-oh | |
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooooh | |
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooooh) |
The 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 washedup actor wipes the makeup off his wife and says | |
" Morticians must have 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 he 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 cooking | |
With the trash found on the safety of the stage | |
And you see the crowd is forming, but the winged things are swarming | |
Yelling, " Stop this fucking poison," but the deaf, they hear no warnings | |
Whoaahohahohohohoh | |
Whoaahohahohohohoh | |
Whoaahohahohohohoh | |
Oohoohoohoohooooooh, oohoohoohoohooooooh | |
Oohoohoohoohooooooh, oohoohoohoohooooooh | |
Oohoohoohoohooooooh, oohoohoohoohooooooh | |
Oohoohoohoohooooooh, oohoohoohoohooooooh | |
Think of the scene where a washedup actor wipes the makeup off his wife and says | |
" Morticians must have took you for a whore | |
Oh, morticians must have took you for a whore | |
Oh, love 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 | |
Oh, and you are sorry that you took me for a whore | |
Well, then I' m sorry that I took you for a mortician" | |
Oohoohoohoohooooooh, oohoohoohoohooooooh | |
Oohoohoohoohooooooh, oohoohoohoohooooooh | |
Oohoohoohoohooooooh Whoaahohahohohohoh | |
Oohoohoohoohooooooh Whoaahohahohohohoh | |
Oohoohoohoohooooooh, oohoohoohoohooooooh | |
Oohoohoohoohooooooh, oohoohoohoohooooooh |
The 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 washedup actor wipes the makeup off his wife and says | |
" Morticians must have 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 he 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 cooking | |
With the trash found on the safety of the stage | |
And you see the crowd is forming, but the winged things are swarming | |
Yelling, " Stop this fucking poison," but the deaf, they hear no warnings | |
Whoaahohahohohohoh | |
Whoaahohahohohohoh | |
Whoaahohahohohohoh | |
Oohoohoohoohooooooh, oohoohoohoohooooooh | |
Oohoohoohoohooooooh, oohoohoohoohooooooh | |
Oohoohoohoohooooooh, oohoohoohoohooooooh | |
Oohoohoohoohooooooh, oohoohoohoohooooooh | |
Think of the scene where a washedup actor wipes the makeup off his wife and says | |
" Morticians must have took you for a whore | |
Oh, morticians must have took you for a whore | |
Oh, love 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 | |
Oh, and you are sorry that you took me for a whore | |
Well, then I' m sorry that I took you for a mortician" | |
Oohoohoohoohooooooh, oohoohoohoohooooooh | |
Oohoohoohoohooooooh, oohoohoohoohooooooh | |
Oohoohoohoohooooooh Whoaahohahohohohoh | |
Oohoohoohoohooooooh Whoaahohahohohohoh | |
Oohoohoohoohooooooh, oohoohoohoohooooooh | |
Oohoohoohoohooooooh, oohoohoohoohooooooh |