The Crowning -

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 doves and the boars

And lay all the tables and open the doors

The Creme del a Creme will be waiting

On one guest of honor

Oh up go the curtains

And down go the virgins

Oh no, mothers are crying

Ladies of virtue, will stand to accuse you of heartbreak and theft

Bells are gonna ring

Birds are gonna sing

Let the people begin

The crowning of your big head

Young drunken girls in a hideous dance

Sing a heartfelt lament

Of the death of romance

Beautiful boys turn and 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 pawns don’t mean nothing

To our guest of honor

So let’s raise our glasses

To murderess 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

Hear how the hearts are pounding

We’re all witnessing the crowning

Of your big bleeding head

Bells are gonna ring

Birds ar gonna sing

Let the people begin

Hear how the hearts are pounding

Your rise, nothing but astounding

We’re all witnessing the crowning

On your useless, ruthless head