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Brighten the corners and clear out the room Color the flowers in rose and maroon Light up the fires and season this wine we're gonna party like it's 1699 Slaughter the rabbits, the ducks and the boares And lay all the tables and open the doors Creme del a Creme will be waiting on one guest of honor Oh up go the curtains and down go the virgines Oh no, mothers are crying Ladies of virtue, will stand to accuse you of heartbreak and theaft Bells are gonna ring, birds are gonna sing, let the people begin The crowning of your big head Young drunken girls sit in hideous dens Sing a heart found a meant of a death of romance beautiful boys turning, offer their cheeks Preening and prancing, the outcome looks bleak Good times are rolling but outside these walls Our houses will crumble, this city will fall But a few broken ponds, don't mean nothing to our guest of honor So let's raise our glasses to murderes asses like you May you sleep soundly Once we had laughter, you got what you're after Oh you wear it well Bells are gonna ring, birds are gonna sing, let the people begin He had the hearts of hounding We're all witnessing the crowning Of your big bleeding head Bells are gonna ring, birds are gonna sing, let the people begin He had the hearts of hounding Your eyes nothing but astounding We're all witnessing the crowning On your useless, ruthless head |