The Man Without Morality

Here is a rat taking scraps from a sad Unfortunate, grovelling, filthy man (Is he the one who's dripping sickness with his sick condition?) Here is a girl in rags with the racket Wrongfully undone, she's outta luck Then he says: "By God, she'll make a fine addition!" (Ragtag outta the bag, it's the bad batch) Bring me the orphaned and pitied Bring me the countess of sin (Oh give him more, more, more, more!) Bring me the harlot and whore So when the morning light sinks out of sight The mayor will take the town as ambition strikes You'll know he's on the prowl when you hear that sound The sound of- Close your eyes and enter pleasure at the Charron House Oh nobody aches like the man who wields the sceptre The man without morality itching for the taste of new- Blood! Here is a witch with an itch and a taste for the rich She's a sinful medication for all the sad men who need attention Here is the pride of wealth He's a gambler's son with a promise of prosperity (Oh you've gotta hear this) Bring me everything, everything, everything, everything, everything There is a twisted procession They'll dock at the striking of dawn If you make them sing You'll be as rich as a king! So when the morning light sinks out of sight The mayor will take the town as ambition strikes You'll know he's on the prowl when you hear that sound The sound of- Close your eyes and enter pleasure at the Charron House Oh nobody aches like the man who wields the sceptre The man without morality itching for the taste of new- Blood! There's a ship approaching fast And on that ship are the witches of Bellvoir! There's a ship approaching fast And on that ship are the witches of Bellvoir!