Anais Mitchell - His kiss the riot

^AmThe devil take this Orpheus ^GAnd his belladonna kiss ^DBeautiful and poisonous ^FLovely! ^EDeadly!

^AmNow it thickens on my tongue ^GNow it quickens in my lung ^DNow I'm stricken! Now I'm stung! ^EIt's done already!

^AmDanger^Gous this^F jack o^Ef hearts ^AmWith his k^Giss the ^Friot ^Estarts

^AmAll my children came here poor ^GClamoring for bed and board ^DNow what do they clamor for? ^AmFreedom! ^EFreedom!

^AmHave I made myself their Lord ^GJust to fall upon the sword ^DOf some pauper's minor chord? ^AmWho will ^Elead them?

^AmWho lays ^Gall the ^Fbest laid ^Eplans? ^AmWho makes ^Gwork for ^Fidle ^Ehands?

^AmOnly one thing to be done ^GLet them think that they have won ^DLet them leave together Under ^Eone condition

^AmOrpheus, the undersigned ^GShall not turn to look behind ^DShe's out of sight! ^AmAnd he's out of his ^Emind!

^AmEvery coward ^Gseems courageous ^FIn the safety of the ^Ecrowd ^AmBravery can be ^Gcontagious When the ^Fband is playing l^Eoud ^AmNothing makes a man so ^Gbold As a ^Fwoman's smile and a ^Ehand to hold But ^Amall alone his ^Gblood runs thin And ^Fdoubt comes, ^Edoubt comes ^Amin