LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: THE CROWNING/A CAMP

Brighten the corners and clear out the room
Color the flowers in rose and maroon
Light up the fires and season this wine
We're gonna party like it's 1699
Slaughter the rabbits, the ducks and the boares
And lay all the tables and open the doors
Crème de la crème will be waiting on one guest of honor

Up go the curtains and down go the virgines
Oh no, mothers are crying
Ladies of virtue will stand to accuse you of heartbreak and theaft
Bells are gonna ring, birds are gonna sing, let the people begin
The crowning of your big head

Young drunken girls sit in hideous dens
Sing a heart found a meant of a death of romance
Beautiful boys turning offer their cheeks
Preening and prancing the outcome looks bleak
Good times are rolling but outside these walls
Our houses will crumble, this city will fall
But a few broken ponds don't mean nothing to our guest of honor

So let's raise our glasses to murderes asses like you
May you sleep soundly
Once we had laughter you got what you're after
You wear it well
Bells are gonna ring, birds are gonna sing, let the people begin
He had the hearts of hounding
We're all witnessing the crowning
Of your big bleeding head

Bells are gonna ring, birds are gonna sing, let the people begin
He had the hearts of hounding
Your eyes nothing but astounding
We're all witnessing the crowning
On your useless, ruthless head

ALBUM: COLONIA (2009)