Текст песни The Ballad of Sara Berry - Original Cast Recording

Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh
Down on your knees before the Queen
Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh
Down on your knees before the Queen
Sara Berry was a popular bitch
Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich (oh, yeah)
That girl had everything ′til hiccup and hitch
Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck (amputated)
The nominations for prom royalty came (uh-huh)
Our Sara's senior year, and queen was her claim (uh, duh)
′Til gossip stirred, the student body would name
Julie Jenkins, queen of the prom (pity vote)
"Sara," her father said, "life is a prom
I know you won't disappoint me and mom...?"
You taste the silver, Sara! You taste the crown
You thirst for blood from the roses in hand
You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance
As they crown you Queen of High School Land
(Check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry)
(Check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry)
So obsessed, our Sara near lost her mind
To life un-prom-related, Sara was blind
She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind—
Still, Julie had a hold on the lead (poor, poor Julie)
Soon, Sara's sanity was hung by a thread
Her B.F.F.′s proclaimed her socially dead
′Til then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said
"I'm taking Julie to the senior prom" (love, love Julie)
"Sara," her father said, "why be so calm?
There′s just no future for a princess at prom..."
You taste the silver, Sara! You taste the crown
You thirst for blood from the roses in hand
You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance
As they crown you Queen of High School Land
Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh
Down on your knees before the Queen
Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh
Down on your knees before the Queen
Some girls are rational, but Sara was not
She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought
There's seven reasons this crown′s not good as got—
And so the night of prom, mercy! Thus went her plot
"P" is for Patricia, drinking poisoned punch
"R" is for Raquel, dashed on a rock (crunch)
"O" is what Anne said when Sara bludgeoned her brains
And "M" is Marianna's marinated remains
But! But!
"Q" is for Quiara, quiet, drowned in the pool
"U" is for Eunice′s pieces spread round the school
But "e's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops
A one-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops (what a bitch)
You got your silver Sara, you got your crown
You got their blood on your roses in hand
You donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance
As you crowned you Queen of High School Land
Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh!
God save the queen
Down on your knees before the Queen
God save the Queen
Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh!
The Queen of High School Land
Down on your knees before the queen
The Queen of High School Land
They wrapped your wrists in silver, they took your crown
As they washed your bloody fingers and hands
Into a tight straitjacket, small padded cell
As you screamed, "I′m Queen of High School Land!"
At least in your head, you′re Queen of High School Land
Pity the dead! You're Queen of High School Land
(Check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry)
(Check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry)