The Crowning – A Camp (Nina Persson) – letras

Brighten the corners and clear out the roomColor the flowers in rose and maroonLight up the fires and season the swineWe’re gonna party like its 1699Slaughter the rabbits, the doves and the boarsAnd lay all the tables and open the doorsThe creme de la creme will be waiting on one guest of honourUp go the curtains and down go the virginsOh no mothers are cryin’Ladies of virtue will stand to accuse you of heartbreak and theftBells are gonna ring birds are gonna sing let the people beginThe crowning of your big headYoung drunken girls in a hideous danceSing a heartfelt lament of the death of romanceBeautiful boys turn and offer their cheeksPreening and prancing the outcome looks bleakGood times are rolling but outside these wallsOur houses will crumble, the city will fallBut a few broken pawns dont mean nothing to our guest of honourSo lets raise our glasses to murderous asses like youMay you sleep soundlyOnce we have laughter, you got what you’re afterOh you wear it well!Bells are gonna ring, birds are gonna singLet the people beginHear how their hearts are poundingWere all witnessing the crowningOf your big bleeding headBells are gonna ring, birds are gonna singLet the people beginHear how their hearts are poundingYour rise nothing but astoundingWere all witnessing the crowning of your useless, rooftless head