There's eating and drinking in good talk says one to the other
But do not forsake what was passed from your sister me brother
St Aloysius is banging his head on the door
While his Queen of Sheba is inside asleep on the floor
I thought I should go at the fairies to even the score
For the times that they took me unwarranted and ruined my rapport
With the old maid of Erin who's still standing sickly
And sore as the market square heads
Who debauched and who bled on her pause
Nothing else will do for it
To ruin or to ruction
Friend follow the instructions
And we'll rave
We're raving towards Byzantium tonight
Petrichor rises as teardrops do fall from the source
I've sipped many sobs from an infected gob
Through the years but sure who hasn't felt it
We've all sang and smelted with peers
See a fiend became stranger then friend once again on the beer
Nothing else will do for it
To ruin or to ruction
Friend follow the instructions
And we'll rave
We're raving towards Byzantium tonight
In the skewed aspect the room grew and grew
And then spun around like the turn of the screw
And all the blurry doorways led the same way
And spun in slow circles like beer down the drain
And the red heart of night did appear to the crowd
And all answers to questions were answered out loud
Let the idiot in, let the idiot in, let the idiot in
Nothing else will do for it
To ruin or to ruction
Friend follow the instructions
And we'll rave
We're raving towards Byzantium tonight