Renaissance
(lyrics improvised from the mind of Brad Smith)

Lord of the manor taken me on wild trips in the evening
to that special place we go to in my car every night.
We smoked large mushroom bags of toadstools
We ate a dozen men all with one bite,
and I didn't regret a thing.

But how could I know that clouds formed on horizons
and the sunlight soon to pass was s'morning in the air
Could the man I slept with have given me some dollar bills
to pay me for my sexual regards?
Oh, no.
But it doesn't work like that in the Renaissance.