Townsfolk's Lament lyrics

- Seven Brides For Seven Brothers

Townsfolk's Lament lyrics

Townsfolk's Lament

PREACHER, BIXBY, PERKINS
Protect the virtue of our lambs
Don't lead them to the slaughter.

TOWNSMEN
Slaughter the snakes.
Tear 'em to apart.
Batter their bones.
Bash in their heads.
While they're at home
Asleep in their beds.

PREACHER, BIXBY, PERKINS
Lord, sweet lord!
Keep our maidens pure as snow,
As pure as holy water.

TOWNSMEN
Shootin' em down.
They're gonna fall.
Beatin' 'em up.
They're gonna crawl.
Burn 'em alive.
Murder them all.
Bustin' their butts, Bustin' their, Bustin their,
Amen!
Last Update: December, 12th 2013


Townsfolk's Lament
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Musical: Seven Brides For Seven Brothers. Song: Townsfolk's Lament. Broadway musical soundtrack lyrics. Song lyrics from theatre show/film are property & copyright of their owners, provided for educational purposes