There were many guests at the table

Misfortune, jealousy, and sloth

Acting fine, drink the wine

Spill it on the tablecloth



What a surprise for you to come home to

Look through the eyes that you've grown used to

It's impossible, yes I know

It's too tempting too, I admit

It's unforgivable, but I have nothing to lose



Then when the feast was over

The guests withdrew to the fire

Talking proud, laughing out loud

To pretend, deceive and admire



Rats danced on the Persian rug

The cats fell down drunk in the chair

They reverted again to women and men

If only you had been there