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

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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

House of the Rising Sun by the Animals