Hitler and 
Napoleon
Fought thirty years 
To have her hand

Bitter ends
Thy will be damned
Disney magic
 [bad word] 

After all we've won, is this 
The state we are reduced to?
It might make you sick at first 
It takes some getting used to

Her nails are polished
But her hands are tied

You make kiss the bride

Court
Is on
The secret show
The little tomb

And when we bomb 
The foreign towns
Will she smile 
Upside down?

Walk her through an aisle soon
With cigarettes and needles
In the face of this devotion
We are merely equals

Take her in your 
Arm like cyanide
long black car 
Is parked outside

To take away the bride

tisket, a tasket
green and yellow basket
tisket, a tasket
green and yellow basket

Attract it, attack it
Strike first and ask it after
Attract it, attack it
Strike first and ask it after

In [bad word] 
Of this brave new 
World we have 
Uncovered

Remains the vestige 
Of the bride 
Who stared aghast 
And wondered

Who'd have thought 
We'd lose this easy fight
It seems she's sleeping 
But her eyes are wide

Won't someone wake the bride?