Paroles de 'Right By Conquest' par The Fiery Furnaces

If you wish to wait until dusk I respect your policy.
But by all means, my liege, lay siege, lay siege, or whatever else you might want to call it. We
Would only be restoring to the rightful from before the migrations of the peoples, you could put it,
Or, and I'd prefer, Right by Conquest.
Are the defenses, then, to be let down tonight? Yes, or maybe, or not quite?

Just a rickety old stockade, I heard,
Half diorama plaster and half recovered water-damaged sheet-rock, in which is interred...
It's al that stands in your way, if 'stands' is the right word.
What will you do?

Carried off to decorate your bordello! The person who told me believes
That the guard, though formerly in the service of the Duchess of Kent, is an Italian Greyhound bitch that loves thieves.
So you might sing,

"Well Rebecca, get your basket, let's go down to the wood,
You might not pick any berries but you'll come back feeling good.
Well, all right then."

If you wish to wait until dusk I respect your policy.
But by all means, my liege, lay siege, lay siege, or whatever else you might want to call it. We
Would only be restoring to the rightful from before the migrations of the peoples, you could put it,
Or, and I'd prefer, Right by Conquest.
Are the defenses, then, to be let down tonight? Yes, or maybe, or not quite?

Will you quench these blushes of mine by present practice?
Will you, being invited, crack this
Glass? Here's poison, and here's gold.
Quick children! Before you get old!

"Well Rebecca, get your basket, let's go down to the wood,
You might not pick any berries but you'll come back feeling good."