Royal Courts (Great Misfortune) Lyrics
Strike your matches
Honey, here I come
You’re gonna burn
Send your wishes
Right up, to the sun
(To the sun, to the sun, to the sun)
Now I come for your love, ah
If you wish to run, it’s okay
Cause’ two can play this game
Hide behind the halls of rock and sand
And I’d still trace steps to your way
And on and on you’ve heard the stories time and time again
How they start their day
And forget to pray (Huh!)
What a shame
I’ve lived amongst the troubadours
In royal courts, we sang
Along I sent a great misfortune
And you call it the plague
I was even there with Judas when he dealt Jesus his fate
You know my name, but not my face
Now I say!
Strike your matches
Honey, here I come
You’re gonna burn
Send your wishes
Right up, to the sun
Now I come for your love
Run along all you want
The difference is the same
A game of cat and mouse I’ll play
No, you can’t avoid fate, off with your head!
(Off with your head, off with your head)
(Off with your head, off with your head)
(Off with your head, off with your head)
(Off with your head, now, off with your head)
(Off with your head, off with your head)
(Off with your head, off with your head)
(Off with your head, off with your head)
Off with your head, off with your head
Off with your head, off with your head
Off with your head, off with your head
Off with your head, now, off with your head, now
