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• Artiste: A Camp
• Titre: The Crowning
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Brighten the corners and clear out the room Colour the flowers in rose and maroon Light up the fires and season the swine 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 crème-de-la-crème will be waiting on one guest of honour 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, the city will fall But a few broken pawns don't mean nothing to our guest of honour So let's raise our glasses to murderous asses like you May you sleep soundly Once we have 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 their 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 their hearts are pounding Your rise - nothing but astounding We're all witnessing the crowning Of your useless, ruthless head (Thanks to Anton for these lyrics)