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 otherwise you might want to call it We would only be restoring to the rightful from before the migrations of the peoples You could put it Or, and I'd prefer, Right by Conquest Are the defenses, then, to be let down tonight? Yes, or maybe, or not quite? Just a rickety old stockade, I heard Half diorama plaster and half recovered 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 Duchess of Kent Is an Italian Greyhound b**h 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, all right If you wish to wait until dusk I respect your policy But by all means, my liege, lay siege, lay siege Or whatever otherwise you might want to call it We would only be restoring to the rightful from before the migrations of the peoples 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 Gla**? 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