Paroles de Rake's Progress

A pasture land lacks what it takes The setting is a closed room Stravinsky's opera I hear Orchestration's boring Sceneries come in a row Direction seems so pointless Dressing up and dressing down You strip it then it's empty Scheme Scene Substance is gone Pleasure will run Go Down In friendly arms Loosing your charms Let me out of here Let me out of here No divas on a couch For me Too much For me