A-camp - The Crowning lyrics

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 d**h 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 gla**es To murderess a**es 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