His Kiss, the Riot Songtext
von Patrick Page

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?

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