You May Kiss The Bride

Hitler and Napoleon
Fought thirty years
To have her hand

Bitter ends
Thy will be damned
Disney Magic
Kingdom come

After all we've won
Is this the state we are reduced to?
It might make you sick at first
It takes some getting used to

Her nails are polished
But her hands are tied
You make us thrive

Court is on
The secret show
The little dame

And when we bomb
The foreign towns
Will she smile upside down?

Walk her through an aisle soon
With cigarettes and needles
In the face of this devotion
We are merely equals

Take her in your arm like cyanide
A long black car is parked outside
To take away the bride

A tisket, a tasket
A green and yellow basket
A tisket, a tasket
A green and yellow basket

Attract it, attack it
Strike first and ask it after
Attract it, attack it
Strike first and ask it after

In the ruins of this brave new world
We have uncovered
Remains the vestige of the bride
Who stared aghast and wondered
Who'd have thought we'd lose this easy fight?
It seems she's sleeping, but her eyes are wide

Won't someone wake the bride?

Goth!