Desperate times call for desperate measures
Hunting fake treasures in the best of times
Lately I've drowned myself in pleasure
Prepared myself for the regretful climb
Baby hear the birds singing in the bushes
Smell the new day that has just begun
How do those hands feel in them clutches
Can you see the blade shining in the sun
Off! Off! Off with his head!
Off! Off! Off with his head!
They call me vain, they call me shallow
They just don't know how good it feels
So let me see you grinning at the gallows
Strut your stuff around the breaking wheel
Say what you need, say what you will
But we will keep on dancing wild and free
In the shadow of the Silence Mill
Tonight we're gonna party like it's 1793
Off! Off! Off with his head!
Off! Off! Off with his head!
I really really wonder why I'm feeling what I'm feeling
I'm really really seeing the best times I've ever seen
All the time I think I hear them banging on my window
Standing at the door to take me to the Guillotine
Ho, there it goes! Ho, there it goes!
See my bright eyes blinking in the basket below
Ho, there it goes! Ho, there it goes!
See my bright eyes blinking in the basket below
Ho, there it goes! Ho, there it goes!
Ho, there it goes! Ho, there it goes!
I really really wonder why I'm feeling what I'm feeling
I'm really really seeing the best times I've ever seen
All the time I think I hear them banging on my window
Standing at the door to take me to the Guillotine