Paroles de Lord Of Misrule

He's always known his time's at hand His rule is someone else's dreaming Abbot of the Saturnalia His entourage of imps and satyrs The lord and lady serve as waiters Offering curious wines It's four o'clock and getting on to dark There's a feast of fools in the back of beyond Master of life, master of revels Laughter - the custom at his table Till thirty days are up It's four o'clock and getting on to dark There's a feast of fools in the back of beyond In the night we exist Eat, make merry and get pissed It's four o'clock and getting on to dark There's a feast of fools in the back of beyond