Here Comes Comus!

Here he comes through the crowd Eyes black and limp Buttons missing from a silken shirt Shades inside at night, he's a full time flirt Cocksure and vain He's a walkin' state Powders in his pocket ends up on his knees Puts an arm around you, says he aims to please And you follow like the hound you are Just take a sip, just take a hit You can't refuse, the fuse is lit You know you want to let him lead your soul astray Says he can make the night sing And he's got just the very thing He takes you by the nose and you sniff his scent Takes you in the mouth on his knees by the bins And then he's straight back to the bar Just take a sip, just take a hit You can't refuse, the fuse is lit It's not a game, you'll win, but how you love to play And what has the night to do with sleep There is no secret she won't keep It's always sinful in the sunlight anyway He's got his bloodshot eye on your sister This rebel in rouge, this howling hipster He's always in the dark but he knows his way around He's always talkin' piss but he thinks he's so profound All hail the false enchanter Raise a full cup to the rebel ranter He's got the double horn Leaving all the lovely ladies all alone And he teases and he toys with dumbstruck boys We don't stand a fucking chance There he goes through the crowd Unprincipled and proud Taking lots of numbers but he won't phone back He's maybe wearing make-up but his tears are black As he leaves you with another scar You fuck it up again Just take a sip, just take a hit You can't refuse, the fuse is lit With just a wink your superego starts to fray (He sucks you in) What has the night to do with sleep There is no secret she won't keep It's only sinful in the sunlight anyway