| Please come on in and sit you down
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| And partake of the feast
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| I count you all the friends I have
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| The ones i like the least
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| I’ll shelter you from darkness
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| As it clouds over the earth
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| For the world is in a Turmoil
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| And life has lost its worth
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| Black shall be your christmas
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| And sad tidings to you all
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| I’ll put my gift under the tree
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| Wait for the ash to fall
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| I’ll give you guns and bombs
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| And all my military plans
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| I’ll give you my machines
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| And a list of my demands
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| The lord of Misrule
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| Lord of the feast of fools
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| Not mischievous but cruel
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| The lord of Misrule
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| I’ll bring you to your knees
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| Before festivities begin
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| I’ll might be a lord
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| But please don’t let me in
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| I’ll be the last one laughing
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| At the ending of the world
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| I’ll point my finger at you
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| Say you got what you deserve
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| Take pleasure in your misery
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| I’ll revel in your shame
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| A little festive schadenfreude
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| Wicked party game
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| So take your chance to steal
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| All that you covet every day
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| Betray your friends and break their hearts
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| Come on and make a play
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| They’d only do the same to you
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| So don’t regret a thing
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| Bring your deceits to the table
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| And let the feast begin
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| The lord of Misrule
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| Lord of the feast of fools
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| Not mischievous but cruel
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| The lord of Misrule
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| I’ll bring you to your knees
|
| Before festivities begin
|
| I’ll might be a lord
|
| But please don’t let me in
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| The lord of Misrule
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| Lord of the feast of fools
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| Not mischievous but cruel
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| The lord of Misrule
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| I’ll bring you to your knees
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| Before festivities begin
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| I’ll might be a lord
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| But please don’t let me in
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| So face the sun until
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| The shadow falls behind you
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| 'cause i’m the lord and i
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| Will always find you
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| So face the sun until
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| The shadow falls behind you
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| 'cause i’m the lord and i
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| Will always find you |