I'll just say, once again, that Skyclad lyrics are actually quite yummie.
Are you ready...
Are you ready for The Sinful Ensemble?
Good clean fun - just a bit a rough and tumble.
Dead dictators out on a lads night.
Ten pints later you'll see a flashing blue light.
Are you ready for The Sinful Ensemble?
Good clean fun - just a bit a rough and tumble.
Dead dictators out on a lads night.
Ten pints later you'll see a flashing blue light.
Ever wondered where the evil dead go?
There's a little place called the Nightmare scenario.
Unlicenced establishment for farmer world powers,
where the drinks are cheap - and it's open all hours.
Bonaparte's on brandy - he swills it down his throat,
Hitler sips a Pilsher whilst he tells a racist joke.
Mussolini leers at Maggie serving at the bar,
Stalin's out the back, he's trying to sell a dodgy motor car.
Dear God above (if you exist),
hope you see the funny side to this?
Now don't get cross - don't bite your nails,
oh, Son of Man your mission failed
Are you ready for The Sinful Ensemble?
Good clean fun - just a bit a rough and tumble.
Dead dictators out on a lads night.
Ten pints later you'll see a flashing blue light.
Herod's in the family room, to babysit the first born.
Mengele's got a Gladstone bag of cotton wool and chloroform.
Vlad impales glace cherries on a stick just for a lark
When Pol Pot turns the lights out they'll play murder in the dark.
Are you ready for The Sinful Ensemble?
Good clean fun - just a bit a rough and tumble.
Dead dictators out on a lads night.
Ten pints later you'll see a flashing blue light.
Genghis Khan just parked his lunch all over Nero's belly.
While the lions beat the christians thirty - nil live on the telly.
Caligula kills "My Way" on the karaoke stage -
young "Chezzy" Borgia's barred for life for drinking under age.
This is far more than just a joke.
Can't you see the fire for the smoke?
Choose any public house you please
and find dictators such as these.
Are you ready for The Sinful Ensemble?
Good clean fun - just a bit a rough and tumble.
Dead dictators out on a lads night.
Ten pints later you'll see a flashing blue light.
Are you ready for The Sinful Ensemble?
Good clean fun - just a bit a rough and tumble.
Dead dictators out on a lads night.
Ten pints later you'll see a flashing blue light.
Hell is where the heart lies - (in Purgatory's borders).
The great thing 'bout eternity - they never call last orders!
also
Hear my tale - I'm norman normal, always humble, mild and meek.
In my bank a lowly banker - run-down brach on nowhere street
'till one day a stranger called - a foetid bible black he laughed,
said "Sonny I don't want your money, I don't need an overdraft.
Boy you have a great potential, don't you let it go to waste.
My offer ends - so it's essential that you hurry on (make haste!).
For a life of milk and honey sign along the dotted line...
Thirty years of girls and money, and at the end your soul is mine!"
He said: "At the end your soul is mine!"
No one can dissuade me - I'm down on my knees,
my conscience says "No" - my libido "Yes please!"
If I put my pen to paper for eternity I'm damned.
If I don't I'll never be the singer in a fiddel band.
Can anyone blame me? - I don't think they'd dare,
my soul says "No way" - But my mouth cries "Oh yeah!"
Here I am - your good friend Norman, not so humble anymore.
Others age - but I look younger, stronger that I did before.
I used to drive a Fiat Panda - now a lime green Cadillac.
Guess my story goes to show not all the devils' own dig black.
I know there is a price I must pay for my thirty years misspent,
when my satanic manager recoups my soul (100%).
I'll meet him at the crossroads, midnight chimes - my time has come
to party with the porno-queens down by the shores of acheron.
I'll party on in acheron!
No one could dissuade me - I fell to my knees,
my conscience said "No" - my libido "Yes please!"
I have put my pen to paper and eternally am damned,
I've squandered my immortal soul by singing in a fiddle band.
Could anyone blame me? - I don't think they'd dare,
my soul said "No way" - but my mouth cried "Oh yeah!"
'Evil I did dwell - Lewd did I live' -
It's a small price to pay for the gift that he gives.
Was it all worth it? - I'm too drunk to tell,
I swap my cocaine for the brimstone of hell.
ALSO
A song I dedicate unto all those who share my need
To give their all - and should they fall strive on til they succeed.
Though my belly aches with hunger - weary limbs tremble and shiver
I'd rather go where waters flow - no well beside the river.
It's spur has driven some to Hell on an unbridled desire
No pain - no gain - the strongest chain's forged in the hottest fire
I pity you - who's eyes so blue have never known ambition
Yet can spit your judgment at me like some crazed, despotic queen
This dull existence merely half-life - (a glazed comatose condition)
Too scared to try - so born to die sat at your sewing machine
Discontentedly accepting all the world's prepared to give her
It's fate that she stagnates just like a well beside the river
Life's one almighty ducking stool we've built with our own hands.
We can swim and burn or sink and drown
'cause either way we're damned.
I'm so proud to be the tupping fool - your foul, fantastic freak,
At least each moment I've spent on this earth was totally unique.
So little man with such big plans to stand upon the stage,
Why do you squabble in the dirt - you should be reaching for a star.
By far the greatest gift that I can give, on making the front page,
It is: instead of punching faces why not practice your guitar?
More beauty has been composed than jealousy can tear and sliver.
Whilst troubled waters bubble -you're a well beside the river
Life's one almighty ducking stool we've built with our own hands.
We can swim and burn or sink and drown
'cause either way we're damned.
I'm so proud to be the tupping fool - your foul, fantastic freak,
At least each moment I've spent on this earth was totally unique.
There's a dirty job I've done for all my life without time-off
Called being me.
Though the hours are long and my pay is poor -
I can't resign it's all I'm qualified to be!
Life's one almighty ducking stool we've built with our own hands.
We can swim and burn or sink and drown
'cause either way we're damned.
I'm so proud to be the tupping fool - your foul, fantastic freak,
At least each moment I've spent on this earth was totally unique.
Though my belly aches with hunger - weary limbs tremble and shiver,
I'd rather go where waters flow - no well beside the river.
Skyclad is the fucking shit.