Lyrics
Charivari Overture

Music by Mike Caffell
Lyrics by Mike Caffell & Jess Gabriell CronShame! Shame!
Shame on you!
Shame on sinful rendezvous!

He beat his wife!
He beat his wife
and now it’s time to pay the price!

The filthy whore!
The filthy whore!
She’s the one that we abhor!

Ride! Ride!
Ride the stang!
We want to see these villains hang!

Grandfather Cock

Music by House of Rabbits
Lyrics by Jess Gabriell Cron

The rooster king
Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick
He came to swing
Tock-tock-tock-tock-tock-tock-tock
Makes all the chickens sing
Cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck
He puffs his chest and flaps his wings
Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck

The pendulum swings
He is not as young as he used to be

Cock of the walk
Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick
He came to fuck
Tock-tock-tock-tock-tock-tock-tock
Crimson crown atop his head
Cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck
Bow down into his bed
Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck

The pendulum swings
He is not as young as he used to be

Good looks are beginning to fade
His wattle sags a little each day
Wrinkles deepening on his face
His feathers get a little more gray

The hour's late, the clock is ticking
Gone are the days of random dicking
No sex appeal in one so sickly
Time does not rewind for such a

Grandfather Cock (Bawk-buk-bukawk!)
Grandfather Cock (Bawk-buk-bukawk!)
Turn Back the Clock (Bawk-buk-bukawk!)
King of the Flock (Bawk-buk-bukawk!)

Now it's much too late
To find the perfect mate
He is much too old
Flaccid and all alone

Dreaming of a happy home
With a chick he used to know
But she's moved on to better things
A faithful man, a family

Sad and lonely
Old and boney

His cock don’t work!

The Beating of Señor Hammerheart”

Music by House of Rabbits
Lyrics by Jess Gabriell Cron

They keep beating him down
He's bleeding on the ground
An aura of red is emanating from his mound

He is slumped in a heap
In the middle of the street
His flesh is being pierced by the stilettos on their feet

He'd spent most of his life
So kind and so polite
Trying to win a woman who'd be perfect for a wife

Oh, such romance!
"May I have this dance?"
She slaps him 'cross the face as he tries to take her hand

Oh, it is such a chore
To be so enamored
"All for mi amor"
Worthless perdedor

Dragged through the mud
The stupid fucking cunt
His undying devotion and love has been for naught

Sad as fuck
He is crying in the muck
Tears of disappointment, loss and shame; he's out of luck

Oh, the poor little dude
He gave all that he could
Making sure that his intentions were always pure and good

He is love's favorite fool
He's bathing in his drool
Now his blood flows in a stream and is collecting in a pool

Oh, it is such a chore
To be so enamored
"All for mi amor"
Worthless perdedor
Has he lost his mind?
Is he completely blind?
His heart's replaced his brain
Enraptured and insane

This is just infatuation
End this self-evisceration

Here's some good advice
Feel nothing inside
Hush the hammer strike
Snuff the forge's fire

This is just infatuation
End this self-evisceration

Trophy Widow

Music by House of Rabbits
Lyrics by Jess Gabriell Cron

You got married
To not be so lonely

Spent all your wedded life
Being a trophy wife
Cooking and cleaning and pleasing your man

Where was his gratitude
Where was his love for you
Did he appreciate all that he had?

You fell out of love of that you are sure

But your sense of duty remained and endured
Spent all those years with this man in your bed
What do you do now that he is dead?

Thorn gone from your side now
You live only for you now
Burden lifted from your back
And inside your heart

You shined it on for far too long
You’re finally free of such misery
You’re feeling old, has passion gone cold?
You fear loneliness, you put on that dress

Widow, trophy widow
Where do you go now that you are a
Widow, trophy widow
Where do you go now that you are alone?

The Laundress and the Landmines

Music by House of Rabbits
Lyrics by Jess Gabriell Cron

Have you ever seen a dress so clean?
A white to compete with her perfect set of teeth.
The fabric, so fine and delicately weaved,
Makes it plain to see that there's nothing underneath

Who has shared her sheets, that are drying in the breeze,
From the bed where she lays but never gets much sleep?
She'll tell you that she wants you, crossed fingers concealed,
And beg you with a "please" to pick her flowers from the field.

Walk where you dare,
There's shrapnel in her hair
Her savoir-faire
Is her warfare

Tip-toe through the tulips
Just to get a taste of her lips

Tip-toe, tip-toe, tip-toe, tippy-toe

Detonate
Seal your fate

And then smiling she says,
"There goes another one."
And then pensive she thinks,
"Where is the only one?"

Walk where you dare
There's shrapnel in her hair

The blood from many suitors now stains her pretty dress,
Along with the ash and their little bits of flesh.
She'll take it off her body and wash it in the tub,
And make ready for the others who will come to try their luck.

Reflecting Pane

Music by House of Rabbits
Lyrics by Jess Gabriell Cron

Ridicule, ridicule
When i don’t like what you do

Badinage, persiflage
I see through your maquillage

You’ve been warned
My thorn
Of scorn
In your side

My claws
Will expose your flaws
My gaping maw
Will reveal your lies

I can see it all looking out my window
All of the things i hate in everybody’s face

Window, window in the wall
Are you a mirror after all?
Staring at the things i hate
Reflected back from my own face

Smash that mirror

Skimmington’s Last Ride

Music by Andy Kovari
Lyrics by Jess Gabriell Cron

Hoist the rail up high!
Skimmington's last ride!

Hit him on the head
Drag him out of bed
Ride him through the street
Stomp your fucking feet
His wife cries at home
She is all alone
Justice must be served
To this adulterers

We are the mob
We've got our job
We all look down
On stepping out

Punishment for him
Atonement for sin

We are the mob
We've got our job
We all look down
On stepping out

Punishment for him
Atonement for sin

Hit him on the head
Gotta hit him
Gotta hit hit on the head
Gotta hit him on the head

Skimmington's last ride
Rail between his thighs

By the Neck

Music by House of Rabbits
Lyrics by Ian Malcolm

She was a maiden made of iron
Grasping straws and snapping bones
She drew him to her signal fire
Offered up her softened moans
They played a game of silent stares
Propping up their broken home
Tearing at each other's throats
Because they cannot be alone

She has me
She hangs me

By the neck

He sullied sour her whitened sails
Only did what he was told
They sealed their love with coffin nails
Hammered home with circled gold
They threw a rope over the boughs
End for each to hang upon
Fed the roots with sacred vows
Not sure now which one has won

Always be
He and me

Oh my little ones you sway upon me in the autumn breeze
Your early joys and dreams now turned to sad regrets and memories
You never could imagine to see each other just walk away
So now with hempen line and tightened ties you'll make each other stay

Always

By the neck

Traje de Luces

Music by House of Rabbits
Lyrics by Jess Gabriell Cron

Shone my light
On a naive child
Reflected bright
From her eyes
So sublime
And pavonine
Ignite my
Peacock stride

A mirror for the cosmos
My sparkle rivals stars
You cannot help but stare 'til
Your retinas are scarred

Gaze into the sun
And you will go blind
Much to mesmerized
To ever close your eyes

A rose between my teeth
A red cape at my side
Spears are in your back now
Roll over and die

By my light

Madame Orifices

Music by House of Rabbits
Lyrics by Ian Malcolm

I adore you

Look into my eyes you need to help me remove this disguise
I tried to be someone else but they're going to see through all my lies

I adore you
Eyes explore you
Lying on your bed now
I implore you

Look into my eyes you need to help me remove this disguise
I tried to be someone else but they're going to see through all my lies

Oh how much you endure
Messiah of all of the impure
Inhibitions, leave them at the door
Your desire, there is no easy cure

Let me love you
Lie above you
Hold you like a wolfs bite
I'm part of you

A flickering flame,
A wandering moth
You can't fill a hole
By walling it off

An inflicted pain
By a caress so soft
Expected roles
Have their final cost

A secret shame
A whisper of cloth
Come out of the cold
Find what you've lost

The Eyeful Tower

Music by House of Rabbits
Lyrics by Jess Gabriell Cron

They keep beating him down
He's bleeding on the ground
An aura of red is emanating from his mound

He is slumped in a heap
In the middle of the street
His flesh is being pierced by the stilettos on their feet

He'd spent most of his life
So kind and so polite
Trying to win a woman who'd be perfect for a wife

Oh, such romance!
"May I have this dance?"
She slaps him 'cross the face as he tries to take her hand

Oh, it is such a chore
To be so enamored
"All for mi amor"
Worthless perdedor

Dragged through the mud
The stupid fucking cunt
His undying devotion and love has been for naught

Sad as fuck
He is crying in the muck
Tears of disappointment, loss and shame; he's out of luck

Oh, the poor little dude
He gave all that he could
Making sure that his intentions were always pure and good

He is love's favorite fool
He's bathing in his drool
Now his blood flows in a stream and is collecting in a pool

Oh, it is such a chore
To be so enamored
"All for mi amor"
Worthless perdedor
Has he lost his mind?
Is he completely blind?
His heart's replaced his brain
Enraptured and insane

This is just infatuation
End this self-evisceration

Here's some good advice
Feel nothing inside
Hush the hammer strike
Snuff the forge's fire

This is just infatuation
End this self-evisceration

She Drinks from the Golden Fountain

Music by House of Rabbits
Lyrics by Mike Caffell & Jess Gabriell Cron

She got down on her knees
Always aims to please

And she drinks from the golden fountain

The nectar is a cure
For when she is unsure

Poor, poor Eloise
Eloise, get off your knees

And she drinks from the golden fountain

Cast out and cast down
She wanders the outskirts of town
Spent and sagging like an empty leather canteen
She thirsts for that thing
Which makes her feel like an entire human being
But she dare not go back there
She dare not go back to that square in the center of town
Instead she'll try to take the long way around
But she's lost now
She passes countless house's windows
Always seeing a reflection but it isn't one she knows
Oh, how she wishes to be found
And the sound, the sound, she remembers the sound
Of the waters flowing freely from that fountain in the center of the town
That was the place where she could actually see her face
When she stared at her reflection in the golden fountain's water
Now it calls to her
It knows her name

“Eloise please
Return to me
Get back on your knees
And drink deeply”

And she drinks from the golden fountain

March of the Ostrich-Eyed

Music by House of Rabbits
Lyrics by Jess Gabriell Cron & Mike Caffell

They could not believe all that they saw
They were not prepared for it at all

Little paparazzi gossip queens
Need to tell the whole world what they’ve seen

“We’ve formed a common opinion
of what’s right and what is wrong”

They could not believe all that they saw
They were not prepared for it at all

You cannot escape their prying eyes
Everything you do is scrutinized

“We know your darkest secrets
the people will know what you did

Point out your favorite sinner
Now that’s entertainment, kid”

(whisper whisper)

We’ve seen what you do and
We’ve been judging you

Shame! Shame!
Shame on you!
Shame on sinful rendezvous!

The filthy whores!
The filthy whores!
They’re the ones that we abhor!

Ride! Ride!
Ride the stang!
We want to see these villains hang!

Hit ‘em on the head
Gotta ’em him
Gotta hit ‘em on the head
Gotta hit ‘em on the head

Skimmington's last ride
Rail between his thighs

Voyeurville

Music by House of Rabbits
Lyrics by Jess Gabriell Cron & Ian Malcolm

We gather round
To pluck it down
The rotten fruit from the bough

A world of dust
We do as we must
And all is forgiven now

The sun shines bright
O’er the rooftops of Voyeurville
The shadow’s cast
And what’s hidden it hides there still

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