Necrodancer

Anne Boleyn
(With Her Head Tucked Underneath Her Arm)

Weston/Lee/Weston
Additional Lyrics by Mat Greaves

Da-da-da-die-die!

In the tower of London, large as life,
The ghost of Anne Boleyn walks they declare.
Da-da-da-die-die!
Anne Boleyn was once King Henry’s wife
Until he had the headsman bob her hair.
Ah, yes, he did her wrong long years ago
And she comes back at night to tell him so,

CHORUS
With her head tucked underneath her arm
She walks the bloody tower,
With her head (What!?)
Tucked (Where?!)
Underneath her arm
At the midnight hour.

She comes to haunt King Henry.
She means giving him what for.
Gadzooks! She’s going to tell him off.
For having spilled her gore,
And just in case the headsman
Wants to kill her in encore,
She’s got her head tucked underneath her arm.
Da-da-da-die-die!

Along the drafty corridors
For miles and miles she goes
She often catches cold, poor thing
It’s cold there when it blows. (achoo!)
It’s awfully awkward for the Queen
To have to blow her nose
With her head tucked underneath her arm.
Da-da-da-die-die!

CHORUS

Sometimes gay King Henry gives a spread (hmmm!)
For all his gals and pals and ghostly crew.
Da-da-da-die-die!
The headsman carves the joint and cuts the bread
Then in walks Anne Boleyn with much ado!
She holds her head up with a wild war whoop
Then Henry cries, “Don’t drop it in the soup!”

One night she caught King Henry,
he was in the canteen bar.
Said he, “Are you Jane Seymour, Anne Boleyn,
or Katherine Parr?
I’m such a typical English prick I don’t know who thou are
With thine head tucked underneath thine arm.
Da-da-da-die-die!

CHORUS

(Bridge)

Surprised you don’t recall my face,
Surprised you could not tell,
Surprised you do not recognize,
I guess it’s just as well
A deathly bell now tolls for thee
I dance unto its knell
With my head tucked underneath my arm!

Anne Boleyn got her revenge
The story ends not sad
Henry’s ghost now haunts
A madhouse since she drove him mad
And Anne Boleyn agrees
Being dead it ain’t so bad
Despite the head tucked underneath her arm!
Da-da-da-die-die!

CHORUS (x2)

Da-da-da-die-die!
Da-da-da-die-DIE!
Da-da-da-DIE-DIE—DIE!

Songwriters: Bert Lee / E Harris Weston / R P Weston, Cyril Smith (1934)
Additional lyrics: Mat Greaves

Blue

Music and Lyrics by Mat Greaves

I’m sorry lovely ladies,
but I’ve found the perfect woman
I love her, she gorgeous, she’s mine.
And she goes wherever I go,
and she makes my life sublime.

Some people, them say to me,
“I don’t think this is wise.
To fall in love with one such as her,”
and I love her sunken blue eyes.

And her cold blue skin,
so silky smooth,
I hardly even notice
Her body is hard as a stone,
due to her rigor mortis.

But the love we share is so true,
my beloved Blue,
Oh the love we share is true,
my beautiful, beloved Blue.

She never argues with me,
and she never provokes a fight,
And she never, ever objects,
to making love to me every night.

Our ice-cold passion boils my blood,
as I pull out handfuls of her hair
She never moans, and she never complains,
like a puppet she smiles and stares.

Lying there next to me,
Blue looks so very calm.
Perhaps some day I’ll do the right thing,
and have my Blue embalmed.

But the love we share is so true,
my beloved Blue,
Oh the love we share is true,
my adorable, beloved Blue.

Oooh Oooh Oooh.
Oooh Oooh Oooh.
Ooh oh, Blue! Ooh oh, Blue!
Oooh Oh oh ooh ooh…

I’ve only one complaint good friends,
one complaint to say
That sometimes while making love,
Blue’s maggots them get in the way.
And every now and again,
I must beat off all of the rats.

But thank god she’ll never get old or pregnant
And thank god she’ll never get fat
Just thinner!

And people them tell me,
“Gogu you’re going to hell.”
I just ignore them,
Like I ignore my beloved Blue’s smell.

But the love we share is so true,
my beloved Blue,
Oh the love we share is true,
my beautiful,
my adorable,
my ice cold beloved Blue.

Coffin

Music and Lyrics by Mat Greaves

I remember the night when we shared with moonlight shone in your eyes
I remember the way that we kissed was my lonely heart’s demise
I remember the sound of your moans as I drank rain off your skin
I remember the passion that burned like a fire from within
Now here I remain and you are gone
I wondered had I done something wrong
You passed away, so you cannot love me anymore.
But I am fine with this after finding out you were a whore!

(Chorus)
We buried you in a Y shaped coffin,
six feet under because you were a whore
We buried you in a Y shaped coffin,
Won’t be surprised if you rise and come back for more

It started out simply. Romantically I suppose
I told you I loved you, I kissed you, and gave you a bouquet of white roses
And you smiled and shyly blushed for me
I wondered unto myself was I finally happy
But now I know where you were when you weren’t around
Busy blowing every asshole in town
I don’t care about you. You’re not the girl I adore
Rest in pieces, maggot eaten whore

We buried you in a Y shaped coffin,
Six feet under because you were a whore
We buried you in a Y shaped coffin,
Won’t be surprised if you rise and come back for more
We buried you in a Y shaped coffin,
Because after rigor mortis your legs won’t close anymore.
We buried you in a Y shaped coffin,
Won’t be surprised if you rise and come back for more.

Skank! Slut! Bitch!
Herpes! Syphilis! AIDS!

Your lips kissed me softly and your arms they held me so close
And your beautiful eyes stared at me oh so lovingly
I should thank you for dying when you did
Before I caught one of your million STDs

Sometimes without you I feel lonely
’til I remember you had more crabs than the deep blue sea
I don’t care about you. You’re not the girl I adhore
So have fun blowing Satan filthy whore

We buried you in a Y shaped coffin,
Six feet under because you were a whore
We buried you in a Y shaped coffin,
Won’t be surprised if you rise and come back for more
We buried you in a Y shaped coffin,
Because after rigor mortis your legs won’t close anymore
We buried you in a Y shaped coffin,
Won’t be surprised if you rise and come back for more.

Tramp! Harlot! Hussy! (Hussy!)
Crabs! The Clap! (clap clap clap), and Pregnancy!

We buried you in a Y shaped coffin,
Six feet under because you were a whore
We buried you in a Y shaped coffin,
Won’t be surprised if you rise and come back for more
We buried you in a Y shaped coffin,
Because after rigor mortis your legs won’t close anymore
We buried you in a Y shaped coffin,
Won’t be surprised if you rise and come back for more.

Don’t Judge Me

Music and Lyrics by Mat Greaves

As a gypsy I’ve traveled many places
Forests, jungles, and of course desert spaces.
One island I have been, harbors the worst kind of sins
An island few know, and fewer still ever wish to go.
And few come back alive, I did what I had to to survive.
And I do it to this day. Old habits die hard anyway.
So please, good people, please, look inside yourselves
And don’t judge me…

I met a man who claimed to beat his wife and his child
with a stick twice as thick as his thumb.
I followed him home…
His black heart complimented my rum.
Now the wife and child no longer live in fear.
Thanks to me that bastard is no longer here.

So please, good people, please,
Look inside your black hearts, and,
Don’t judge me because I eat people.
I do what I must to survive.
Don’t judge me because I eat people.
As it is most don’t deserve to be alive.

I met a Catholic Priest; he loved his altar boys far too much.
I followed him home…
Had the sick bastard’s brains for my lunch.
Now the altar boys no longer fear this man,
I fried his brains with rosemary and cayenne. (Yum!)

Please, good people, please,
Look inside your own sick brains and…
Don’t judge me because I eat people.
I do what I must to survive.
Don’t judge me because I eat people.
As it is most don’t deserve to be alive.

I met a vicious assassin,
Hell-bent on killing the Queen.
I followed him home..
Ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.
And the Queen lives to this day.
Perhaps she can hear the pretty songs that we play?

Oh please, good people, please,
Look inside your own livers, and
Don’t judge me because I eat people
I do what I must to survive.
Don’t judge me because I eat people
As it is most don’t deserve to be alive.

(tempo increase)

I went to see an opera; lead singer was a tad off-key
I followed her home…
Italian lungs tastes great with Turkish coffee.

Saw Shakespeare play; Juliet forget one of her li-i-i-ines.
I followed her home…
Her French tongue tasted great with red wine.

Saw belly-dancing show; Lead dancer missed one of her steps.
So I followed her home…
I feasted upon her gorgeous legs

Now better talent fills all these parts
I do this because I… Love the Arts!

Please, good people please,
Look inside yourselves and…
Don’t judge me because I eat people
I do what I must to survive.
Don’t judge me because I eat people
As it is most don’t deserve to be alive.

(slower tempo)

Playing guitar in the streets, I saw a soldier pass by.
He was a hero and a general, a protector of your people
For his country he would die.
Weary from the war and his toil in his journey
He lacked grace and accidentally scratched my guitar.

I left him alive; because he was a hero I showed mercy,
I only ate his arms, you see, I show mercy too!
I’m good and moral just like you!

Please, good people, please,
Yes, please, good people, please,
Look inside yourselves and…

Don’t judge me because I eat people.
I do what I must to survive.
Don’t judge me because I eat people
As it is most don’t deserve to be alive.

Don’t judge me because I eat people.
I only do what I think I should.
Don’t judge me because I eat people.
It’s not my fault that you all taste so good.

Drinking Time

Music and Lyrics by Mat Greaves

(Chorus)
It’s drinking time, drinking time. Drinking time for goodness sake
It’s drinking time, drinking time. Why you ask, ’cause we’re awake
It’s drinking time, drinking time. Drinking time for goodness sake
It’s drinking time, drinking time. Why you ask, ’cause we’re awake

Oh, Look at all the amazing liquor mankind has created
Do I really need a reason to get inebriated? (NO!)
Middle of darkest night, and I’m feeling fine
On second thought I could feel better, Uncle pass the wine
Early in the morning mimosas are sublime. Every hour after that we say it’s drinking time

Chorus

Then I bought this Irish drink in middle of the day
All the way to midnight, she whiskey’d me away
Now I’m drinking absinthe. I drink it viciously
Of all the sallys in this town, I love the green fairy
Whether you drink out of tankard, goblet, flute, or stein- so long as you are conscious, you should
know it’s drinking time

Chorus

Gypsies drinking brandy from morning, noon and night
Pirates make good drinking friends, thems always having fun.
Bottle after bottle, drinking all the Captain’s rum
Of all the sallys in this town, I love the green fairy
Whether you like vodka, gin, or sparkling white wine
Have 10 drinks with me my friend because it’s drinking time

Chorus

Hanging From The Gallows


Music and Lyrics by Mat Greaves

Hanging from the gallows hurts my feelings (Hurts his feelings!)
Hanging from the gallows hurts my neck (Hurts his neck!)
I just can’t seem to keep myself from swinging (Swinging)
People say that I don’t play with a full deck. (But I do!)

I never thought that life would end this way (End this way)
I’d thought I’d live to dance another day (Another day!)
But now to my complete and utter dismay
I’m doomed to stretch and swing and sway,
swing and sway.
(I’m doomed!)

Jokers win the game, though no one knows
It’s nice to go out with a bang.
We stretch and swing as the cold wind blows
From the gallows we hang
From the gallows
From the gallows

This never should have happened to a clown (To a clown)
My blood has turned an ugly shade of brown (Shade of brown)
I used to smile, now I mostly frown
However, I do not wish to be cut down!

I always thought that I would die alone (die alone)
I suppose there is no way I could have known (could have known)
Now I stand corrected, it is shown (it is shown)
all of us hanging, bags of bones. (bags of bones)

Jokers win the game, though no one knows
It’s nice to go out with a bang.
We stretch and swing as the cold wind blows
From the gallows we hang
From the gallows
From the gallows

I used to be a jester, so did my dear friends
A goblin and a skeleton, still it all came to an end
We all got burned for nothing,
ripped and stretched for nothing too,
Now we hang and we haven’t much to do.

We drink all night we drink all day
we’re really quite a gang
Come visit the gallows to watch us hang.
Pour some wine for you,
Pour out some wine for me
Grab a noose and hang with us if you please!
From the gallows
From the gallows

Hanging from the gallows drove me crazy (drove me crazy)
Hanging from the gallows drove me mad (drove me mad)
But when you’re dead goblin gypsy man
Hanging from gallows, ain’t so bad.

Jokers win the game, though no one knows
It’s nice to go out with a bang.
We stretch and swing as the cold wind blows
From the gallows we hang. (x4)

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

From the gallows…
From the gallows…

Katherine the Great

Music by Mat Greaves, Lyrics by Zach Cohen

Let me tell you story ‘bout great woman
Leader of a vast and foreign land
Some say that she was goddess more than human
But she still succumbed to icy hand …. (of death!)

Great mother and a lady of prowess
Her virtue was unrivaled, but of course
I think you know that her last breath
Was taken from underneath a horse.

She had a taste for the exotic,
A bit unusual, some may say.
But when it came to the erotic
She preferred to buck and bray… (heeeey)

Members of her Council begged and pleaded
You must change your lustful ways
You’re a lady prim and proper
In the stable never lay (heeey…)

Their cries fell upon deaf ears
Until came that fateful night
She was taken from the rear
And she was in for quite a fright

Katherine wasn’t so great
This is how she met her fate
Katherine wasn’t so grand
Maybe now she’ll understand

Katherine was taken by force
She met her maker,
While porking a horse.

They found her frozen the next morning
With lustful, shocking look on face
She was laid out on the floor of stable
With candles laid out all over the place

Quietly there stood old Boris
Casually chewing on some hay (hey hey hey hey hey)
They brought her up into her bedroom
What was there left to say (heeey)

Katherine wasn’t so great
This is how she met her fate
Katherine wasn’t so grand
Maybe now she’ll understand

Katherine was taken by force
She met her maker,
While schtupping a horse.

They came up with a great story
‘Bout passing away from a stroke
She went to bed on that cold evening
And Katherine never awoke

But the truth about our tsarina
Is a sad and cruel joke
She died with a penis in her
And still straddling the yoke (yoke)

Katherine wasn’t so great
This is how she met her fate
Katherine wasn’t so grand
Maybe now she’ll understand

Katherine was taken by force
She met her maker,
While boning a horse.

So parents teach your children well
Don’t go into politics
Or you’ll end up like her as well
Crushed to death by massive dicks

But that’s the story of our lady
She gambled with her life and lost
And now her reputation’s tarnished
And her salad fully tossed

And now she lies in Russian soil
She’s become a laughingstock (ha ha ha ha)
All because we know that she had
A lustful taste for the horse cock

Katherine wasn’t so great
This is how she met her fate
Katherine wasn’t so grand
Maybe now she’ll understand

Katherine was taken by force
She met her maker,
While screwing a horse.

Katherine wasn’t so great
This is how she met her fate
Katherine wasn’t so grand
Maybe now she’ll understand

Katherine was taken by force
She met her maker,
While fucking a horse.

Llamia

music and Lyrics by Mat Greaves

Sometimes we grow weary
Of clearing up misconceptions
When we look in mirror
We see ghoulish reflections
Tired of everyone
Telling us what they think we should be
Is it so hard to believe
We want to be called Gypsies?

(Instrumental)

We never start the fight
We never make the war
Yet you continue
To treat us like thieves and whores
Killing my people
Time to end this ridiculous charade
Time for you to realize
What kind of enemies you’ve made

(Chorus 1)
I could just as well chop off your hands
Leave you crying in the quicksand
But there’s something far worse
I have in store for thee
What do you get when you shame a crazy Gypsy
You get LLAMIA! Black goat!
Dragging you to hell
You get LLAMIA! Black goat!
And I wish you well
LLAMIA! Black goat!
I bid you adieu
LLAMIA! Black goat!
Dragging you to hell!

(Instrumental)

Sick of belly dancer’s egotistical shit
Sick of being murdered by the fucking pirates
Sick and tired of constantly being under attack
Did you honestly think that we would not fight back?

Chorus

Well you might have a gun
You might have a sword
But I have demon from the underworld
Three days of torment
I watch your madness grow
Torture and nightmares
And down you go!

(Chorus 2)
I could just as well chop off your hands
Leave you dying in the quicksand
Follow you home and scramble your brains
However I would rather drive you insane
There is something far worse
We have in store for thee
What do you get when you shame a crazy Gypsy

Chorus

(Last Chorus)
LLAMIA! Black goat!
Dragging you to hell
You get LLAMIA! Black goat!
And I wish you well
LLAMIA! Black goat!
I bid you adieu
LLAMIA! Black goat!
Dragging you to HELL!
Black Goat!
Black Goat!

Mystery

Music by Mat Greaves, Lyrics by Mat Greaves and Zach Cohen

I went to the market to visit some friends.
Perusing past all the traders selling all their odds and ends.
With goblets and tankards of varying size.
I spied a young gypsy girl with mystery in eyes.
A pale girl, and gorgeous, with black and flowing hair.
She lead me to her gypsy camp and there was music in the air!

Ya-da-da-da-da da-da-da-da-da. (x4)

She takes me, to woman, as blind as blind can be.
She deals out three tarot cards and says that they are for me.
The first was The Devil; my past was filled with pride.
Second was The Hangman; I was running out of time.
The third was the Two of Cups, I did not understand.
She lead me back to that camp, Where I heard that gypsy band!

Ya-da-da-da-da da-da-da-da-da. (x4)

She takes out two goblets and fills them with wine.
She takes a drink of hers, and then I take a drink of mine.
We sang and we danced ’till the sky goes blue to gray.
I now have to decide, do I go or do I stay?
Seduced by the music, the sights and the sounds.
Night falls, there’s music and there’s party all around.

Ya-da-da-da-da da-da-da-da-da. (x4)

Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! (x4)

Everything goes quiet, not a single sound.
So weary from the dancing, I fell to the ground.
Gypsy girl approaches, puts medallion round my neck.
She looks me in the eyes, and everything goes black.
I wake up in morning, alone in gypsy tent.
No sign of my new found friends, no trace of where they went.
I still have medallion, I wear it to this day.
I travel and play music, I live the gypsy way.
Every night I sleep,I have the same dream.
I harken back to that night, where I hear those gypsies scream!

Ya-da-da-da-da da-da-da-da-da. (x4)

Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! (x4)

Necrodance


Music and Lyrics by Mat Greaves

La, la la la la la. Hey! (x4)

Everyone wants to go and live forever
(La, la la la la la, hey!)
‘Cause everyone wants to be immortal man
(La, la la la la la, hey!)

As for me I don’t want to
I have premonition that I’ll die young (die young)
Search for immortality, I just don’t understand

(Chorus)
Every man dies alone,
Just a useless bag of bones
And there’s no way to know, how you will go
Every man dies alone and it’s all written in stone.

So search for grail, go ahead
As for us we’d rather be dead. (Hey!)

La, la la la la la, hey! (x2)

Everyone wants to fall in love and get married
(La, la la la la la, hey)
‘Cause everybody wants to find their one true soulmate.
(La, la la la la la, hey)

As for me I don’t want love
I actually have no desire (no desire)
I can’t find a gypsy girl strange enough to whom I can relate


Every man dies alone,
Just a useless bag of bones,
And there’s no way to know, how you will go
Every man dies alone and it’s all written in stone,

So fall in love, go ahead
As for us we’d rather be dead. (Hey!)

‘Cause one day there’ll no more suffering,
One day, there’ll be no more pain.
All of the maggots and jackals and vultures
Will feast upon our remains
And in the afterlife we shall play
Who knows, perhaps find romance?
And in them days, we shall all find peace
As we all Necrodance, Hey!

La, la la la la la, hey! (x2)

Everyone wants to have their very own child
(La, la la la la la, hey!)
‘Cause everyone wants to leave behind legacy.
(La, la la la la la, hey!)

As for me I don’t want children,
I actually considered castration (castration)
Can you imagine little goblin bastard like me?

Every man dies alone,
Just a useless bag of bones
And there’s no way to know, how you will go
Every man dies alone and it’s all written in stone.

So have a child, go ahead
As for us we’d rather be dead. (Hey!)

Cause one day there’ll no more suffering,
One day, there’ll be no more pain.
All of the maggots and jackals and vultures
Will feast upon our remains
And in the afterlife we shall play
Who knows, perhaps find romance?
And in them days, we shall all find peace
As we all Necrodance, Hey!

La, la la la la la, Hey! (solos and audience)

Every man dies alone,
Just a useless bag of bones
And there’s no way to know, how you will go
Every man dies alone and it’s all written in stone,
So ha, ha, haaaah!

(Bridge)

Hup hup hup hup hey!


One day there’ll no more suffering,
One day, there’ll be no more pain.
All of the maggots and jackals and vultures
Will feast upon our remains
And in the afterlife we shall play
Who knows, perhaps find romance?
And in them days, we shall all find peace
As we all Necrodance…

One day there’ll no more suffering,
One day, there’ll be no more pain.
All of the maggots and jackals and vultures
Will feast upon our remains
And in the afterlife we shall play
Who knows, perhaps find romance?
And in them days, we shall all find peace
As we all Necrodance.

Sugar and Flame

Lyrics by Mat Greaves. Music by Tadgh Jordan.

Come gather my friends, I tell tale to you
I swear on my guitar every word it is true
I don’t mean to brag about our drinking skills
For the stuff that we’ve had, well most men it would kill.

We’ve had Happy Jack’s ale,
We’ve had Johnny Jump Up,
We’ve had Winter Cider fill all of our cups.
They all have left hangovers of unspeakable pain,
But there’s one drink that drove all us gypsies insane

No never, no never, no never again
If we live to be a hundred or a hundred and ten
After drinking absinthe life was never the same
The Green Fairy’s weapons are sugar and flame.

I like red wine, I like vodka as well
When they offered me absinthe, I said, “What the hell?”
But when I woke up, I woke up a mess
In a cauldron of borscht in a black velvet dress.

We were kidnapped by nomads who took us away
We drank up our absinthe and started to pray
We broke through our chains in a magical rage
Bent the steel bars and escaped our cage.

No never, no never, no never again
If we live to be a hundred or a hundred and ten
After drinking absinthe life was never the same
The Green Fairy’s weapons are sugar and flame.

I can drink more than most anyone here
When they offered me absinthe, I drank without fear.
It killed me but absinthe, my soul did pray,
I revived and dug myself out of my grave.

Now I deal with potions, elixirs and such,
When they offered me absinthe, I said “Not too much.”
It gave me a power that burnt from within,
I punched out Nosferatu then strangled a Djinn.

No never, no never, no never again
If we live to be a hundred or a hundred and ten
After drinking absinthe life was never the same
The Green Fairy’s weapons are sugar and flame.

Now I’m quite outspoken, but not much for size
I just had a shot full, thinking it wise
I howl like banshee and I fall into trance.
I woke up the dead and I led them in dance

I drink bottle of absinthe, went out like a light,
Woke up my friends in the middle of the night
They hear thumping noise, look over with scare
I was crawling like demon from the top of the stairs

No never, no never, no never again
If we live to be a hundred or a hundred and ten
After drinking absinthe life was never the same
The Green Fairy’s weapons are sugar and flame.

We were playing at pub, pirates broke in.
We offered them absinthe with gobliny grin.
We all succumbed to the Green Fairy’s powers
Woke up in their clothes, they woke up in ours.

Now the green fairy’s business is insanity
We’re all living proof here, now as you can see
We forewarned, be careful, be cautious, beware,
If you’re drinking absinthe, make sure you share!

No never, no never, no never again
If we live to be a hundred or a hundred and ten
After drinking absinthe life was never the same
The Green Fairy’s weapons are sugar and flame.

(repeat)

Upside Down

Music and Lyrics by Mat Greaves

Ten of Swords and the Tower too… Go!

When I was young, man said to me
“Gogu, life will never be easy.
Watch your neck, watch it with both eyes.

Whether lover or a friend,
All good things must come to an end.”
And my friend, that is the worst advice.

Hey!

There was man, said he was my best friend.
Said we’d be friends ‘til the end.
One day him up and disappears.

Where is he, where did he go?
I cares as much now as I know
I don’t need a coward full of fear.

Hey!

And so…

Ten of Swords and the Tower too
Here you go it’s
Death and the Devil that I draw for you,
And for me…
the Magician, the Hanging Man, and the Clown

And the Two of Cups
Drawn upside down, upside down
Upside down
Upside down

Fell in love with a damsel fair
Emerald eyes, night sky hair
One day she up and leaves me behind
Rather be with man who would treat her like shit
I don’t care, I will dwell upon it.
Stupid bitch like that not my kind
Hey!

And so…

Ten of Swords and the Tower too
Here you go it’s
Death and the Devil that I draw for you,
And for me…
the Magician, the Hanging Man and the Clown

And the Lovers
Drawn upside down, upside down
Upside down
Upside down

Down down, down upside down.
Upside down!
Upside down!

I don’t want love
I’d rather be insane
I fear no noose,
My heart fears no pain
I’m jaded and bitter as can be
And now as a result no-one hurts me

I laugh at love
I scoff at hate
My black heart of stone
Can never relate
I barely need friends
I don’t need a girl
And I don’t want to live in a world
turned upside down
Upside down (x5)

There’s very few people who understand
The point of the Gallows Humor band
Really there’s no mystery
So Necrodance to this song
Necrodance all night long
Everybody Necrodance with me

And so…


Ten of Swords and the Tower too
Here you go it’s
Death and the Devil that I draw for you,
And for me…
the Magician, the Hanging Man and the Clown

And the World
Drawn upside down

Ten of Swords and the Tower too
Oh now it’s
Death and the Devil that I draw for you,
And for me…
the Magician, the Hanging Man and the Clown

And the Sun and the Moon and the Stars
Drawn upside down, upside down
Upside down
Upside down

Down down, down upside down.
Upside down!
Upside down!

Upside down!

We Are Not Pirates

Music and Lyrics by Mat Greaves

The ship was surrounded
It looked like death at sea
Cannons were at the ready
As death grinned viciously

I strummed my guitar
I looked to the stars
I drank red wine happily
Because I was on the land
with my… Gypsy Band
Pirates troubles they don’t bother me

We are not pirates
That’s not our destiny
We sing, “It’s a gypsy’s life for me.”
Oooh oh.
Oooh ooOohh.

I don’t rape, pillage, or plunder
I don’t want to hurt anyone
I’m horrible at the swordfights,
and I don’t use a gun.

I prefer red wine to grog,
I prefer absinthe to rum.
I don’t want to battle the Kraken
That just does not sound like fun.

‘Cause We are not pirates
That’s not our destiny
We sing, “It’s a gypsy’s life for me.”
Oooh oh.
Oooh ooOoh.

I don’t fear Davy Jones,
I don’t worry about white sails
My problem is broken wagon wheel
and not having any nails

I don’t want a peg leg
I don’t want hooks for hands
We don’t get bitch slapped
by little boys named Peter Pan

‘Cause We are not pirates
That’s not our destiny
We sing, “It’s a gypsy’s life for me.”
Oooh oh.
Oooh ooOoh.

I dig them stripy pants,
I dig their boots and coats
I love their great big hats,
But I don’t want to slit throats.

We’ve walked their planks a million times
They’ve keelhauled us before
But since we’re dead already,
Well, we found it quite a bore.

Soooo Hoist your colors,
Sail your Seven Seas
On haunted Gypsy wagon
That is where you will find me.

‘Cause We are not pirates
That’s not our destiny
We sing, “It’s a gypsy’s life for…
We are not pirates
That’s not our destiny
We sing, “It’s a gypsy’s life for me”

Oooh oh.
Oooh ooOoh.

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