There were many guests at the table   Misfortune, jealousy and sloth   Acting fine, drink the wine   Spill it on the tablecloth      What a surprise for you to come home to   Look through the eyes that you've grown used to   It's impossible, yes I know, It's too tempting too, I admit   It's unforgivable, but I have nothing to lose      Then when the feast was over   The guests withdrew to the fire   Talking proud, laughing out loud   To pretend, deceive and admire      Rats danced on the Persian rug   The cats fell down drunk in the chair   They reverted again to women and men   If only you had been there