Junior Brother, David Keenan - Raving towards Byzantium lyrics

There's eatin and drinkin 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 she 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 al 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