The Party Lyrics - Phil Ochs

The Party
The fire-breathing Rebels arrive at the party early
Their khaki coats are hung in the closet near the fur
Asking handouts from the ladies, while they criticize the lords
Boasting of the murder of the very hands that pour
And the victims learn to giggle, for at least they are not bored
And my shoulders had to shru
As I crawl beneath the ru
And retune my piano