Lord of Misrule Marc Almond (Ft. Ian Anderson)

[verse 1]

Please come on in and sit you down
And partake of the feast
I count you all the friends I have
The ones i like the least

I'll shelter you from darkness
As it clouds over the earth
For the world is in a Turmoil
And life has lost its worth
Black shall be your christmas
And sad tidings to you all
I'll put my gift under the tree
Wait for the ash to fall

I'll give you guns and bombs
And all my military plans
I'll give you my machines
And a list of my demands

[Chorus]
The lord of Misrule
Lord of the feast of fools
Not mischievous but cruel
The lord of Misrule