The Feast

Kilbey, Jansson, Willson-Piper, Koppes, Ploog
(Control)

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Lyrics (unofficial)

[rev. May 29, 2010]

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)

And then when the feast was over
The guests withdrew to the fire
Talking proud, laughing out loud
To pretend, deceive and admire

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)

(Three blind mice, three blind mice)

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

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)

It's impossible (yes I know)
It's too tempting too (I admit)
It's unforgivable (but I have nothing to lose)