I know the gutter and I know the stink of the street Kicked like a dog, I have spat out the bile of defeat All you beauties who towered above me You who gave me the smack of your rod Now I give you the gutter I give you the judgement of God!
Vengeance victorious These are the glorious days Women of Paris, come gather your bloody buquets! Now gaze on our goddess of justice With her shimmering, glimmering blade As she kisses these traitors she sings them a last serenade
Sing, swing Savour the sting As she severs you, Madame Guillotine Slice, come paradise You'll be smitten with Madame Guillotine
The world may be ugly, but each man must do what he must Give in pretty dear, in a year you will be pretty dust Now come let our lady possess you In her breathtaking, hair-raising bed She will tingle your spine As she captures your heart and your head
Sing, swing Savour the sting As she severs you, Madame Guillotine Slice, come paradise Our Delilah will shave you razor clean
God, when did man lose his reason? Save us, my God, if you're there God, can you not feel the terror like a fire in the air?
Flash, slash! Glisten and gash! She will ravash you, Madame Guillotine Split, Madame just bit Give her more to bite, she's a hungry queen Sing, savour the sting As she severs you, Madame Guillotine Slice, come paradise Hail her Majesty! Madame Guillotine!