Madame Guillotine - The Scarlet Pimpernel

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 judgement of God!

Vengeance victorious

These are the glorious days

Women of Paris, come gather your bloody buquets!

Now gaze on our goddess of justice

With her shimmering, glimmering blade

As she kisses these traitors she sings them a last serenade

Sing, swing

Savour the sting

As she severs you, Madame Guillotine

Slice, come 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

Sing, swing

Savour 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 ravash you, Madame Guillotine

Split, Madame just bit

Give her more to bite, she’s a hungry queen

Sing, savour the sting

As she severs you, Madame Guillotine

Slice, come paradise

Hail her Majesty!

Madame Guillotine!