Madame Guillotine

I know the gutter and I know the stink of the street Kicked like a dog I have spat out the bile of defeat All you beauties who towered above me You who gave me the smack of your rod Now I give you the gutter I give you the judgment of God Vengence victorious, these are the glorious days Women of Paris come gather your bloody bouquets Now gaze on our goddess of justice With her shimmering glimmering blade As she kisses these traitors she sings them a last serenade Zing, swing, savor the sting As she severs you, Madame Guillotine Slice, some paradise You'll be smitten with, Madame Guillotine The world may be ugly but each man must do what he must Give in pretty dear, in a year you will be pretty dust Now come let our lady possess you In her breathtaking hair-raising bed She will tingle your spine As she captures your heart and your head Zing, swing, savor the sting As she severs you, Madame Guillotine Slice, come paradise Our Delilah will, shave you razor clean God When did man lose his reason? Save us my God if you're there God can you not feel the terror? Like a fire in the air Flash, slash, glisten and gash She will ravesh you, Madame Guillotine Slit, Madame just bit Give her more to bite, she's a hungry queen Zing, savor the sting As she severs you, Madame Guillotine Slice, come paradise Hail her majesty Madame Guillotine