Lou Reed Lyrics

[Hop Frog:]
Tomorrow is the seasonal ball
I propose costumes for you
and the honourable ministers to wear

[King:]
Yes

[Hop Frog:]
All dress as orangutans
All your guests will run and scream
with their mouths agape
And try to hide
And you Sire will have last laugh
For such imperial cunning


[Hop Frog:]
I will reach, restore wrong
I will torture you
I will burn you
Dead

[Tripitena:]
My prince
My prince
You light a fire .......
Burn, monkeys
Burn

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