Guillotine Blues

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