Trojan Women

[MAURICE, spoken]
I'm supposed to sing my lines to a dead body?

[MAURICE]
I don't know why I am even up here
Cuttin' my heart on this dark sharp atmosphere
Once again giving you all that I've got
And gettin' nothing for what I'm giving up

Tired of dealing with broken women
Who think the world owes them a living
And yes, I know I'm a sad comedian
Stuck on stage with Amazonians

But I should have known
The minute that I saw you walkin' in
Leaving the jail
As if it were just a cheap two bit hotel

And you might as well
Have been wearing a chinchilla, hell
Call up the Trojan women
And let's have a picnic on the dell

I'm not sayin' that I'm not grateful
For all the sadness you weaved through the maypole
But when you smiled I believed you were joyful
And not gearing up for a battle

I am not sayin' that I am innocent
Naiveté is a boy's favorite instrument
A little toy that he winds up
And promptly places down and then runs away from

Still I should've known
The minute that I saw you walkin' in
Leaving the war
As if it were just a messed up happening

And you might as well
Have been wearing an ermine, for goodness sake
Call up the Trojan women
And let's have a picnic on the lake

Call up the Trojan, Trojan women
Call up the Trojan, Trojan women

And you might as well
Yeah, you might as well
Have been walking on in here with them
Arm in arm
So there
You win

I don't know why I am even up here
Cuttin' my heart on this dark sharp atmosphere
Once again giving you all that I've got
And gettin' nothing for what I'm givin' up