Ritz

Hark to Rouault's white insanity

Clowns in drag concealing vanity

This is hardly Paradise

We're still in search of petty scorn

Images so dead, in mourning

Clap and cheer the man performing

This is hardly Paradise

We're still in search of petty scorn

Couch my disease in chintz-covered kisses

Glazed calico cloth, my costume this is

Come to Pablo Fanque's in indigo

We'll show you pastel shades of rhyme

It's okay to laugh in harmony

See the white-faced Auguste's army

Come to Pablo Fanque's in indigo

We'll show you pastel shades of rhyme

Take a letter Ophelia, write

'Sorry Desdemona', bright

Peeking through the nimbus covers

We see the twisted tale of man

Catch us in the cornfield hiding

Me, Maurice and moonbeams gliding

Peeking through the nimbus covers

We see the twisted tale of man

Careless, caress, curl up beside me

Visit, sleep and smile and drown me

We'll march together, slay like Nero

'Til they show something we understand

Oh, the clown, his stare is eyeless

Will he make you laugh or cry? Yes

We'll march together, slay like Nero

'Til they show something we understand

Is it time to hide my body?

Shall we start to speak of holly?

I don't wanna be that super-hero

'Til you have something we understand

Heard they're moving Pisces into June

Shall we put together a platoon?

I don't wanna be that super-hero

'Til you have something we understand