The Court of Miracles

Maybe you've heard of a terrible place

Where the scoundrels of Paris collect in a lair

Maybe you've heard of that mythical place

Called the Court of Miracles

Hello, you're there

Where the lame can walk

And the blind can see

But the dead don't talk

So you won't be around

To reveal what you've found

We have a method for spies and intruders

Rather like hornets protecting their hive

Here in the Court of Miracles

Where it's a miracle if you get out alive

Justice is swift in the Court of Miracles

I am the lawyers and judge all in one

We like to get the trial over with quickly

Because it's the sentence that's really the fun

Any last words?

That's what they all say

Now that we've seen all the evidence

Wait, I object

Overruled

I object

Quiet

Dang

We find you totally innocent

Which is the worst crime of all

So you're going to hang