Welcome to The Court Of Miracles!
You're very clever to have found our little hide-away
Too bad, you won't live to talk about it
Maybe you've heard of a terrible place
Where the soundrels of Paris
Collect in a lair
Maybe you've heard of that mythical place
Called the Court of Miracles
Brother, you're there!
Where the lame can walk
And the blind can see
But the dead don't talk
So you won't be around
To reveal what you've found
We have a method for spies and intruders
Not terribly different from bees a hive
Here in the Court of Miracles
Where it's a miracle if you get out alive!
The ugly hunchback, he's bad luck!
He's cursed!
Hang them both!
Crowd agreeing
String 'em up!
My apologies, gentlemen, for your imminent demise
Any last words?
Muffled protesting words
I thought not
Crowd laughing
It's always sad when a life's at its finish
I have to admit to a bit of a pang
But we must protect
At all cost
Our secret
It's our lives
Or yours!
So you're going to hang!
End
