Rayburn - Fat Tuesday lyrics

Mistick Krewe of Comus dance into the light Shaking off the heaviness of the night Enchanted to confess to the Abbot of misrule Appointed to preside o'er the Feast of Fools Laissez le bon temps Laissez le bon temps Let the good times roll I can't lose to mystic fools I only sing to the echo of my soul Over your vice The lovely siren of necromancy I won't hear twice Laissez le bon temps Laissez le bon temps The lord of misrule speaks no more