The Fiery Furnaces Right By Conquest lyrics

If you wish to wait until dusk, I respect your policy
But by all means, my liege, lay siege, lay siege
Or whatever else you might wanna call it
We will only be restoring to the rifle from
Before the migrations of the people
You could put it or and I'd prefer, right by conquest

Are the defenses then to be let down tonight?
Yes, maybe, or not quite
Just a rickety old stockade I heard
Half diorama plaster and half a cup of water damaged sheet-rock
In which is interred, it's all that stands in your way
If stands is the right word, what will you do?

Carried off to decorate your bordello
The person who told me believes that the guard
Though formerly in the service of the Duchess of Kent
Is an Italian greyhound bitch that loves thieves
So you might sing

Well, Rebecca get your basket
Let's go down to the wood
You might not pick any berries
But you'll come back feeling good
Well, alright then

If you wish to wait until dusk, I respect your policy

But by all means, my liege, lay siege, lay siege
Or whatever else you might wanna call it
We will only be restoring to the rifle from
Before the migration of the people
You could put it or and I'd prefer, right by conquest

Are the defenses then to be let down tonight?
Yes, maybe, or not quite

Will you quench these blushes of mine by present practice?
Will you, being invited, crack this glass?
Here's poison and here's gold
Quick children, before you get old

Well, Rebecca get your basket
Let's go down to the wood
You might not pick any berries
But you'll come back feeling good

Well, Rebecca get your basket
Let's go down to the wood
You might not pick any berries
But you'll come back feeling good