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 are 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