Madame LaLaurie Socialite and aristocracy Secret debauchery In the attic under lock and key... Under lock and key
Oh, Dr.LaLaurie What did you teach her to be? Surgical butchery Insane her crimes on humanity... her butchery
Chained to the cooking stove Imprisoned there years in a row Deliberately set the house aflame Desperate her freedom to gain They came dousing the fire And rescue all traped there in dire Better down the doors that hide The honor to be found inside The decay of those who died Lay before their eyes
Who could do such ghastly deeds? What reason could trigger the need? To maim and cut and cleans from sin Upstairs the doors locked from within Victims of scullduggery Experimental surgery None there could beieve their eyes The horror of such tragic size
One with dislocated limbs Rest to heal improperly Then stuffed inside a box to heal The agony that slave did feel Another one hung upside down Til buckets of his blood drained out Still one strapped to a tabletop And left to rot There at he spot Death overcomes Pain felt is merciful numb
The gathering crowd Evidence found Known to none Heinous the crime Evil is done (...x4)
Spoken: ...And legend tells of their scurried flight Down French Quarter streets of New Orleans Through dark of the night Their horses did speed Past the mob of persuants standing readily To lynch perpetrators of this grizzly deed Lest they vanish from ne're again to be seen
A devil-handed tale Of the House on Rue Royale And the spirits there still dwell In the House on Rue RoyaleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
