Rage in the Plague Age

I used to hold the biggest balls

Deep inside my castle walls,

Spend my nights with concubine-

Wasted, unchaste, drunk on blood red wine.

Being the king was pretty cool,

I'd have to say that ruling ruled

And I'd be in throne still

Had I not one day fallen ill.

I spit and I coughed,

My vision went soft

And my chest got tight.

My court, they surrounded me,

They gagged and bounded me

And threw me out into the night.

Out in the mud I sadly sighed,

The waiting crowd laid and died.

There came a noise boisterous

From down in the cloisters

And I heard them call the cry;

"Draw up the drawbridge, draw down the blinds!

Everyone inside is getting high tonight!

Waiting for the plague to move on,

No one's getting sober till the liquor's all gone!"

The bra in the candelabra,

The panties on the paintings,

The Monks have tapped their finest cask,

And the Nuns are into fainting. They sing,

"I hold my breath, you hit my chest."

You stumble from the arms of the one

What made you, didn't you?

Fumble to the palms of the one

What pays you, didn't you?