Hail Hamlet, King Of Scotland

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Never shall I take for granted shores of the Horizon
The violet sky, nor the salted air upon my beak
Sweet surrender bathes me like the swarm of arrows dodged
On a Sea of Troubles, sailing, I will raise my kingdom fresh
Fare thee well, Horatio, my loyal, trusting paisan
Ophelia, your sweetness of such I can barely speak
Your fiendish father lies in state, in he my knife is lodged
Like my malicious mother giving prizes of the flesh
My phantom father hasn't bothered me since
My vengeance is completed
And farther away, the other side of the coast
The Ghosts Can't Catch Me Now
Will I come across a kingdom more forgiving than my own
Will I come across an empty room of thrones
Will I come across a sword that will
Cut me to the bone
Can I start again, please
I can rule with ease
As I such might have proven
Had my throne not been stolen away
Onward, captain, to the marshlands, cross the foggy waters
The forest black, it has my eye and won't release its grip
Take me to the edge of town, direct me to the square
I can tell well this is not a place where I should act the fool
In my eyes the stinging stench of freshly foaming slaughter
The blood that flows like water, down the castle walls it drips
I look up to the sky and see, a head of bloody hair
Like fruit upon a pillar, liquid oozes down in pools
It seems this ruler has been made into mince
His dynasty defeated
I have no qualms about pursuit of this post
The Ghosts Can't Catch Me Now
Will I prove for once that I can make it on my own
Will I prove for once I am worthy of a throne
Will I prove for once that I will
Make my royal bones
Can I have a crown please
Put your doubts at ease
And when I'm done
All the people will chant my name
Hail, Hail Hamlet, King of Scotland
You really are a slippery one, aren't you
Hail, Hail Hamlet, King of Scotland
Bring me my players and
Play me the prince so blue
Look at the crazyman, dressed all in black
Twirling his sword in an airless attack
Pity him, laugh at him
Fresh as a dafodil
Deep In The Garden so Crack'd
Laughing out monologues, speaking in fours
Prancing around on the soft, sandy floors
Is he hysterical
Quite so unbearable
There, he that dancer, the bore
Look at the fool on the beach, with his hair
(Huh-huh-huh-huh)
Messy, unkempt and as wild as the faire
Good on the captain
For here, he has capped him
At least he's not drinking, so there
Now, he is crying, and cursing the clouds
Screaming at what? That he's never allowed
To find he some kingdom
That he's never seen, no
He screams, "I WILL HAVE YOU ALL BOWED"
Rushing the castle, he hacks at the walls
To my surprise, out some bricks come and fall
Keeps hacking away
The foundations don't stay
And the fortress gives way after all
The sun rose early, in the morning
The twenty-third Morn of October
The Moon, a friend I longed for to stay
Had departed with a smile for the day
And outside I heard my kinship mourning
For my life was soon to be over
And the concrete walls, surrounding me
They'd pass well for a latter-day womb
But soon, I heard the keys cling-a-ling
The cock crowed a song I begged not to sing
The catcalls had rung, the echo hounding me
The time called to enter my tomb
My love, wherever you may be now
Remember that soon, you'll be all abloom
You'll marry a gent with dollars and scentse
Come June, you'll be so happy hence
But me, my head will be in slanted bow
My bride, it shall be, thus, my doom
Hail, Hail Hamlet, King of Scotland
Hail and praise our leader all anew
It suddenly occurs to me that none of this is real
The only thing I know for sure is wounds given by steel
On my side, yes, it is
Throbbing through my veins
My body feels a constant, coursing
All-pervasive pain
I'm lying on the floor of my father's royal court
I think it's fair to say I've come up tragically short
Bleeding everywhere, bleeding everywhere
Oh what's that noise? Again
I've tried, father I tried, 'twas a
Beautiful dream, but nothing more
Have you ever had the feeling
There's a sword above your head
There's a blade that's staring at you
Shaped from steel and from lead
That the only thing that's keeping you
From metal in your skull
Is a single piece of wire
Tied so loosely round the hull
It's a gas, it's a game
It's a sour, it's a shame
And you can't enjoy your meal
Without fear of getting maimed
But I'd love to spend some time with you
A romance we could start
If you take the Subtle Knife
Out from my heart

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