Richardson -

And she

The youngest daughter of a chambermaid

Now the earl’s slave

Sold by her former king for a hefty fee

He was a boy

Who was recently hired by the magistrate

To be a stable mate

An infectious, agrarian, hard-working boy

It was love

In the little known land of Richardson

Which is next to Pilkington

But here it was forbid

And she said

«Love!

Just a little bit of love goes a long way

A little bit of blood leaves a long, long trail.»

And she said

«This!

This is all the beauty you will ever need.

This is all the life that you will ever lead.»

Was it too late?

The sheriff who was hired by the magistrate

He was irate

His guillotine they say could cut quite clean

And now they

Living life out there on the run

Away from Richardson

Doomed to hide

Goodbye to simple times

Inside

Forty billion chains to the thalamus

They were anomalous

Where forty thousand years of fears are stored

And they knew

The earl’s jaw would lock down like a pillory

At the sentencing

Come that day his hounds had found their prey