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