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 ducks and the boares   And lay all the tables and open the doors   Creme del a Creme will be waiting on one guest of honor      Oh up go the curtains and down go the virgines    Oh no, mothers are crying    Ladies of virtue, will stand to accuse you of heartbreak and theaft       Bells are gonna ring, birds are gonna sing, let the people begin   The crowning of your big head      Young drunken girls sit in hideous dens   Sing a heart found a meant of a death of romance   beautiful boys turning, 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 ponds, don't mean nothing to our guest of honor       So let's raise our glasses to murderes asses 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   He had the hearts of hounding   We're all witnessing the crowning   Of your big bleeding head      Bells are gonna ring, birds are gonna sing, let the people begin   He had the hearts of hounding   Your eyes nothing but astounding   We're all witnessing the crowning   On your useless, ruthless head