Tuesday 23 November 2010

Chris Port Blog #41: Marty Gull Song #19. The House of the Architects

© Chris Port, 2010, martygull.co.uk.
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There is a house in Old Southside
I’m told they’re Architects
And it’s planned the ruin of many a man’s life
And God alone protects

My sponsor was a banker
He screwed and sued and climbed
My mentor thanks his clients’ wives
Down in Old Southside

Now the temple of the Architect
Is a brothel built of gold
And the richer that a man can get
Is a gilt upon its soul

Oh Adam tell the serpent
I am in his bow tie nest
Bit by my conscience I must repent
In the House of the Architects

Oh the dullness of the dinner dance
My drunken head hits the bed
My aching skull, my sinner’s chance
When Marty Gull is dead

There is a house in Old Southside
I’m told they’re Architects
And it’s planned the ruin of many a man’s life
And God alone protects

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