Napoleon
Fought thirty years
To have her hand
Bitter ends
Thy will be damned
Disney magic
Kingdom come
After all we’ve won, is this
The state we are reduced to?
It might make you sick at first
It takes some getting used to
Her nails are polished
But her hands are tied
You make us thrive
Court
Is on
The secret show
The [?]
And when we bomb
The foreign towns
Will she smile
Upside down?
Walk her through an aisle soon
With cigarettes and needles
In the face of this devotion
We are merely equals
Take her in your
Arm like cyanide
A long black car
Is parked outside
To take away the bride
A tisket, a tasket
A green and yellow basket
A tisket, a tasket
A green and yellow basket
Attract it, attack it
Strike first and ask it after
Attract it, attack it
Strike first and ask it after
In the ruins
Of this brave new
World we have
Uncovered
Remains the vestige
Of the bride
Who stared aghast
And wondered
Who’d have thought
We’d lose this easy fight
It seems she’s sleeping
But her eyes are wide
Won’t someone wake the bride?
