Hang The Bard Lyrics

Come one, come all, the theater calls, the curtain is drawn from the stage

Come take a seat and rest your feet for a tale of a golden age

A hero leads his men to war with reason and God on his side

The courtesan he's falling for dreams of becoming a bride

The wandering fool is on the floor, the jester won't jest with the shrew

The wise men keep their thoughts to themselves, but would you hang the bard, would you

The hero bends to kiss the ring, his men lay in the rain

The courtesan begins to sing as blood emerges from the drain

Aah

Ooh

The hero makes the journey home, a head upon a blade

His face is shaved down to the bone and hurled o'er the barricade

The wandering fool is on the floor, the jester won't jest anymore

The wise men keep their thoughts to themselves, but would you hang the bard, would you

The lover's hands are bathed in red, the maidservants make up their bed

As the devil you know whispers in your ear, oh, would you hang the bard, would you

Aah

Ooh

As the devil you know whispers in your ear, oh, would you hang the bard, would you