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  1. Feudal Nights

From the album We're Sorry

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Brian Lisik – vocals, guitar
Ray Flanagan – guitar
Steve Norgrove – bass
Tim Longfellow – piano and organ
Benjamin Payne - drums
(c. 2017 Brian Lisik/Wurst Music - ASCAP)

Lyrics

And after 30 years of service to the queen
The subjects left with scabs upon their knees
And after 30 years of service to the throne
The serfs washed up with all the other debris on the shore
Something he'd grown accustomed to
Something he'd grown accustomed to
Something he'd grown accustomed to
Uh huh
And when it all was said he was sometimes proud of their sad scene
When she'd wear that dress keep it cool for the paparazzi
But servitude must know its place even when you stay longer than you should
Then catapult the wall, leave the castle gates for good
Something he'd grown accustomed to
Something he'd grown accustomed to
Something he'd grown accustomed to
Oh yeah
All those feudal nights
And stories before bed
When he'd pray godspeed
And she'd scream "off with his head"
Something he'd grown accustomed to
Something he'd grown accustomed to
Something he'd grown accustomed to
Uh huh