The lights are off to cover it's own

The city is ours!

Hail rocks at thee! “Long live the Clever!”

Hail Dante! Divine! Surreal!

Dungeons through fields, posters through holes

The mayor is a little uptight

The tickler appears to fondle his wife

“Copper is a thing of the times.”

Barrel of keys, barrels of bones, barrels of apples

“We wish to disrobe.”

First she will jerk

Then she will sway and tumble to her blood bath!

Throw the fuckin anchor at her!

The city is ours!

Hail liberty! “Live with us forever!”

Hail Bartholdi!

A snake resides:

Close to its fields, close to its holes

The mayor is sensing the bite

The venom appears to cripple his wife

“Iron’s a thing of the times.”

Pigeons beware, pigeons beware

Le birdman has poisened your seeds

Forward the apple along with the arrow the shot was fired by Eve… blood drops!

On my signal unleash the hell… Fire!

We! Thank You!

The city is ours!

The city is ours and you can keep the rest!