Black Tie Affair

It was a black tie affair. He arrived, he prepared,
With a double-Windsor tourniquet.
And with a rise in his arm, and with rice in his hair,
Another tumbled, turned, and went….turned and went

It was a white dress occasion. And with a white-washed stare,
She remembers sins more innocent.
With no reservations, lilies pinned in her hair
She upends her precious Percoset... she turned and went

Father! Father, I forbid.
What dishonor! I beg:
Are there any here among thee?
Father, Father, don’t forget:
Cast upon her my regrets.
Have you not an ear for honesty?
Father, Father, I dissent!

Put a cross on your forehead, font full of kerosene...
Young maiden and the match in hand.
Now the doves unstirred, and the belfry is hushed
As cities burn, it’s ash to ash
Under October rain, are we not entertained?
By the panic parade after that
(oh God) the aftermath, and ash to ash
(oh God) the aftermath!

Father! Father, I forbid.
What dishonor! I beg:
Are there any here among thee?
Father, Father, don’t forget:
Cast upon her my regrets.
Have you not an ear for honesty?
Father, Father, I dissent!