Showtime from Sunday Anarchist by theliammorrissey

Take a look in the mirror
What you see is what you get can you do it better ?
Can you walk
What you talk ?
Can you swing what you sing ?
Can you make me shiver ?
Make me sigh ?
Can you fucking shake it ?
It's showtime

Upstairs au grand palais
Silk puppets turn tricks for the illuminati
Nice scotch, where's your watch ?
Looky looky there it was behind your ear all along
Oh my my surprise boy
We gotta talk

And outside the crowd gathers
They all scratching their heads, they're in a lather
They lost the game oh what a shame
Make no mistake tonight we bring the house down in flames
The night's alive now
It's showtime

Silk puppet on a balcony
The right man to adress the present company
Great words with great meaning
Grand gestures delivered with great feeling
Just in time
He'll make your heart beat
As a rhyme

He'll sell the Earth and your children
A crust of bread for a place in the Elysium
Great man your times up
Silk puppet shut up that's enough
We're all over your tired lines
Enough said
It's showtime

Forget your guilt and your confusion
Forget the day you woke up to the illusion
Forget the past
Forget tomorrow
Forget you're just another chump in a line so long
Forget time and yourself....

Lights up it's getting hot in here
Light it up it's getting hot in here

Forget your guilt
And tomorrow
You're just another chump in a long, long line
Forget yourself
Fuck tomorrow
The confusion, the illusion
So get up
Light it up
Let it burn, burn, burn
You fucking clown

• Punk
• cello
• punk
• violoncelle
• France