Текст песни Orpheus with his Loot - David Harley

I used to push pens in the City
Being paid to milk someone's cash cow
I once served my time at a dollar a line
But that's not the job I do now

A seducer wants words for a lady
A sonnet to melt her cold heart
Though he orders a charm that will open her arms
Cupid's quiver is empty of darts

The clown wants some words to divert you
And asks me to build him some jests
A wink and a nudge, to distract a harsh judge
But that's not the job I do best

The emperor assumes that I love him
This bully, this man without shame
He commands me to praise all the lies he portrays
From his seat on the gravy train

Friends of the Fancy, nose to the trough
Trade their vast profits for pain
I can buy with sweet notes my way onto the lifeboat
If I comfort these grandsons of Cain

The rats have abandoned this Ship of Fools
The saints have forgotten to pray
Orpheus counts loot that he earned licking boots
But his tongue is silent today
And this is my text for today