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I used to hold the biggest balls |
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Deep inside my castle walls, |
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Spend my nights with concubine- |
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Wasted, unchaste, drunk on blood red wine. |
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Being the king was pretty cool, |
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I'd have to say that ruling ruled |
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And I'd be in throne still |
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Had I not one day fallen ill. |
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I spit and I coughed, |
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My vision went soft |
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And my chest got tight. |
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My court, they surrounded me, |
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They gagged and bounded me |
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And threw me out into the night. |
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Out in the mud I sadly sighed, |
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The waiting crowd laid and died. |
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There came a noise boisterous |
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From down in the cloisters |
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And I heard them call the cry; |
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"Draw up the drawbridge, draw down the blinds! |
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Everyone inside is getting high tonight! |
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Waiting for the plague to move on, |
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No one's getting sober till the liquor's all gone!" |
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The bra in the candelabra, |
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The panties on the paintings, |
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The Monks have tapped their finest cask, |
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And the Nuns are into fainting. They sing, |
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"I hold my breath, you hit my chest." |
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You stumble from the arms of the one |
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What made you, didn't you? |
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Fumble to the palms of the one |
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What pays you, didn't you? |
