Lord of Misrule

Master of Ceremonies Lord of Misrule With the touch of a conjuror Hunchback of a fool See him fly the true flag Over all that exists See, the ones who hold sway Are they the only true anarchists? Take your seat for the slaughter, and Set your fire to the fuel Master of Ceremonies Lord of Misrule Your eyes upon the Motherland That drop by drop you'll occupy A tattoo of the Ten Commandments Running up her thigh Now she's counting down her last days Keeping score on her wrists See, the ones who hold sway Are they the only true anarchists? Take your seat for the slaughter, and Set your fire to the fuel Master of Ceremonies Lord of Misrule While you massacre minds with a pacifying fist Leave us to playing archangels versus arch-antagonists While you fly the true flag over all that resists See, the ones who hold sway Are they the only true anarchists? Take your seat for the slaughter, and Set your fire to the fuel Master of Ceremonies Lord of Misrule