Lyrics Something's Rotten 2.0 - Woods of Birnam

Why? - why?

Why this same strict and most observant watch
So nightly toils the subject of the land,
And why such daily cast of brazen cannon
And foreign mart for implements of war,

Why such impress of shipwrights,
Whose sore task - does not divide -
Does not divide - does not divide -
Does not divide - Sunday from the week.

What might be toward that this sweaty haste
What might be toward that this sweaty haste
Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day.
Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day.

Who is't that can inform me?
Who is't that can inform me?

What might be toward that this sweaty haste
Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day.
What might be toward that this sweaty haste
Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day.
Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day.

Who is't that can inform me?
Who is't that can inform me?
Who is't that can inform me?
Who is't that can inform me?

In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets:
And even the like preceding still the fierce events,
And harbingers preceding still the fates
And prologue to the omen coming on,
Have heaven and earth together demonstrated

Unto our climatures and countrymen. -
Unto our climatures and countrymen.-
Unto our climatures and countrymen. -
Unto our climatures and countrymen. -

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark
Of Denmark
Of Denmark