Lou Reed - The Courtly Orangutans Lyrics

Lyrics The Courtly Orangutans - Lou Reed




Tomorrow is the seasonal ball
I propose costumes for you
And the honourable ministers to wear
Yes
All dress as orangutans
All your guests will run and scream
With their mouths agape
And try to hide
And you Sire will have last laugh
For such imperial cunning
I will reach, restore wrong
I will torture you
I will burn you
Dead
My prince
My prince
You light a fire .
Burn, monkeys
Burn



Writer(s): Lou Reed


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