Right By Conquest - The Fiery Furnaces

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 bitch 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 Glass?

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