[Lyric Note]
Pollock enters, leading Cassius by the arm. They race jovially throughout various wings of the house, several Angels and Devils in tow, all the while imbibing in an elixir of spirits continually poured by the Devils

[Pollock]
Mimicry's the most ulcerous form of mockery;
It rewards me handsomely
Don't kill the mockingbird—

[Devils]
Two teaspoons of the old elixir!

[Pollock]
Magpie looks in the mirror
The external world seems to disappear
What, exactly, do you see in there?

[Devils]
Four teaspoons of the old elixir!

[Pollock]
Drunken birds falling off the balcony
You gotta flap them wings
Learning how to teach your parrot to speak...
A couple more drinks, hear the jailbird sing
How a lifetime cooped up has left him cagey
Repeat after me: I need to delete all history
Some things are best left repressed
Albatross necktie looks so dignified
But you got to loosen it up—

[Devils]
Eight teaspoons of the old elixir!

[Pollock]
Drunken birds weaving through Sycamores...
How to teach your parrot to speak...
A couple more drinks, hear the jailbird sing
How a lifetime cooped up has left him cagey
[loudly]
Cagey!

[Lyric Note]
Pollock sends Cassius careening across the room in a drunken tailspin

[Cassius, hypnotically]
I need to delete all history

[Devils, chanting in unison]
Sixteen spoons of the old elixir
Thirty-two spoons of the old elixir
Sixty-four spoons of the old elixir
[Pollock]
Night, night!
Night, night!