His Kiss, the Riot

The devil take this Orpheus
 And his belladonna kiss
 Beautiful
 Poisonous
 Lovely
 Deadly
 Dangerous, this Jack of Hearts
 With his kiss
 The riot starts
 All my children came here poor
 Clamoring for bed and board
 Now what do they clamor for?
 Freedom, freedom!
 Have I made myself their lord
 Just to fall upon the sword
 Of some pauper's minor chord
 Who will lead them?
 Who lays all our best laid plans?
 Who makes work for idle hands?
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 Only one thing to be done
 Let them go but let there be
 Some term to be agreed upon
 Some condition
 Orpheus the undersigned
 Shall not turn to look behind
 She's out of sight
 And he's out of his mind
 Every coward seems courageous
 In the safety of a crowd
 Bravery can be contagious
 When the band is playing loud
 Nothing makes a man so bold
 As a woman's smile
 And a hand to hold
 But all alone
 His blood runs thin
 And doubt comes
 Doubt comes in