You May Kiss The Bride
Hitler and 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 little dame
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?
Goth!
