| Song | The Courtesan Has Sung |
| Artist | Sunset Rubdown |
| Album | Random Spirit Lover |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The courtesan has sung | |
| And Nadia says the crowd's too young | |
| And Amber says she hates guitar | |
| The courtesan has sung | |
| And Nadia says the crowd's too young | |
| And Amber says she hates guitar | |
| Think of the scene where a washed-up actor wipes the makeup off his wife and says | |
| “Morticians must have took you for a whore.” | |
| The courtesan has sung | |
| And Nadia says the crowd's too young | |
| And Amber says she hates guitar | |
| The stranger finds you in your home he says | |
| “Brother, your work's got no soul.” You say, | |
| “Brother, bite your tongue, it is my soul that you have won.” | |
| The courtesan has sung | |
| And Nadia says the crowd's too young | |
| And Amber says she hates guitar | |
| And when she showed him all her paintings he said | |
| “Let's do something racy.” Took the bottle from his pocket, it was vodka, again | |
| The courtesan has sung | |
| and Nadia says the crowd's too young | |
| and Amber says she hates guitar | |
| Five actors have arrived, they are good looking | |
| But they're hungry they start cooking | |
| With the trash found on the safety of the stage | |
| And you see the crowd is forming, but the winged things are swarming | |
| Yelling, “Stop this fucking poison,” but the deaf, they hear no warnings | |
| Whoa-ah-oh-ah-oh-oh-oh-oh | |
| Whoa-ah-oh-ah-oh-oh-oh-oh | |
| Whoa-ah-oh-ah-oh-oh-oh-oh | |
| (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooooh | |
| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooooh | |
| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooooh | |
| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooooh) | |
| Think of the scene where a washed-up actor wipes the makeup off his wife and says | |
| “Morticians must have took you for a whore | |
| Oh, morticians must have took you for a whore | |
| Oh, love I'm sorry that they took you for a whore” | |
| “And I am sorry if you took me for a whore | |
| Oh, I am sorry if you took me for a whore | |
| Oh, and you are sorry that you took me for a whore | |
| Well, then I'm sorry that I took you for a mortician” | |
| (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooooh | |
| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooooh) | |
| (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooooh) Whoa-ah-oh-ah-oh-oh-oh-oh | |
| (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooooh) Whoa-ah-oh-ah-oh-oh-oh-oh | |
| (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooooh | |
| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooooh) |
| The courtesan has sung | |
| And Nadia says the crowd' s too young | |
| And Amber says she hates guitar | |
| The courtesan has sung | |
| And Nadia says the crowd' s too young | |
| And Amber says she hates guitar | |
| Think of the scene where a washedup actor wipes the makeup off his wife and says | |
| " Morticians must have took you for a whore." | |
| The courtesan has sung | |
| And Nadia says the crowd' s too young | |
| And Amber says she hates guitar | |
| The stranger finds you in your home he says | |
| " Brother, your work' s got no soul." You say, | |
| " Brother, bite your tongue, it is my soul that you have won." | |
| The courtesan has sung | |
| And Nadia says the crowd' s too young | |
| And Amber says she hates guitar | |
| And when she showed him all her paintings he said | |
| " Let' s do something racy." Took the bottle from his pocket, it was vodka, again | |
| The courtesan has sung | |
| and Nadia says the crowd' s too young | |
| and Amber says she hates guitar | |
| Five actors have arrived, they are good looking | |
| But they' re hungry they start cooking | |
| With the trash found on the safety of the stage | |
| And you see the crowd is forming, but the winged things are swarming | |
| Yelling, " Stop this fucking poison," but the deaf, they hear no warnings | |
| Whoaahohahohohohoh | |
| Whoaahohahohohohoh | |
| Whoaahohahohohohoh | |
| Oohoohoohoohooooooh, oohoohoohoohooooooh | |
| Oohoohoohoohooooooh, oohoohoohoohooooooh | |
| Oohoohoohoohooooooh, oohoohoohoohooooooh | |
| Oohoohoohoohooooooh, oohoohoohoohooooooh | |
| Think of the scene where a washedup actor wipes the makeup off his wife and says | |
| " Morticians must have took you for a whore | |
| Oh, morticians must have took you for a whore | |
| Oh, love I' m sorry that they took you for a whore" | |
| " And I am sorry if you took me for a whore | |
| Oh, I am sorry if you took me for a whore | |
| Oh, and you are sorry that you took me for a whore | |
| Well, then I' m sorry that I took you for a mortician" | |
| Oohoohoohoohooooooh, oohoohoohoohooooooh | |
| Oohoohoohoohooooooh, oohoohoohoohooooooh | |
| Oohoohoohoohooooooh Whoaahohahohohohoh | |
| Oohoohoohoohooooooh Whoaahohahohohohoh | |
| Oohoohoohoohooooooh, oohoohoohoohooooooh | |
| Oohoohoohoohooooooh, oohoohoohoohooooooh |
| The courtesan has sung | |
| And Nadia says the crowd' s too young | |
| And Amber says she hates guitar | |
| The courtesan has sung | |
| And Nadia says the crowd' s too young | |
| And Amber says she hates guitar | |
| Think of the scene where a washedup actor wipes the makeup off his wife and says | |
| " Morticians must have took you for a whore." | |
| The courtesan has sung | |
| And Nadia says the crowd' s too young | |
| And Amber says she hates guitar | |
| The stranger finds you in your home he says | |
| " Brother, your work' s got no soul." You say, | |
| " Brother, bite your tongue, it is my soul that you have won." | |
| The courtesan has sung | |
| And Nadia says the crowd' s too young | |
| And Amber says she hates guitar | |
| And when she showed him all her paintings he said | |
| " Let' s do something racy." Took the bottle from his pocket, it was vodka, again | |
| The courtesan has sung | |
| and Nadia says the crowd' s too young | |
| and Amber says she hates guitar | |
| Five actors have arrived, they are good looking | |
| But they' re hungry they start cooking | |
| With the trash found on the safety of the stage | |
| And you see the crowd is forming, but the winged things are swarming | |
| Yelling, " Stop this fucking poison," but the deaf, they hear no warnings | |
| Whoaahohahohohohoh | |
| Whoaahohahohohohoh | |
| Whoaahohahohohohoh | |
| Oohoohoohoohooooooh, oohoohoohoohooooooh | |
| Oohoohoohoohooooooh, oohoohoohoohooooooh | |
| Oohoohoohoohooooooh, oohoohoohoohooooooh | |
| Oohoohoohoohooooooh, oohoohoohoohooooooh | |
| Think of the scene where a washedup actor wipes the makeup off his wife and says | |
| " Morticians must have took you for a whore | |
| Oh, morticians must have took you for a whore | |
| Oh, love I' m sorry that they took you for a whore" | |
| " And I am sorry if you took me for a whore | |
| Oh, I am sorry if you took me for a whore | |
| Oh, and you are sorry that you took me for a whore | |
| Well, then I' m sorry that I took you for a mortician" | |
| Oohoohoohoohooooooh, oohoohoohoohooooooh | |
| Oohoohoohoohooooooh, oohoohoohoohooooooh | |
| Oohoohoohoohooooooh Whoaahohahohohohoh | |
| Oohoohoohoohooooooh Whoaahohahohohohoh | |
| Oohoohoohoohooooooh, oohoohoohoohooooooh | |
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