Welcome to the court of miracles
You're very clever to have found our little hideaway
Too bad you won't live to talk about it
Maybe you've heard of a terrible place
Where the scoundrels of paris collect in a layer
Maybe you've heard of that mythical place called the court of miracles
The court of miracles
Brother you're there
Where the lame can walk
And the blind can see
But the dead don't talk
So you won't be around to reveal what you found
We have a method for spies
And intruders not terribly different from bees in a hive
Here in the court of miracles where
It's a miracle
If you get out alive
The ugly hunchback he's bad luck
He's cursed
Hang them both
String 'em up
My apologies gentlemen for your imminent demise any last words
I thought not
It's always sad when a life's at it's finish
I have to admit
To a bit
Of a pang
But we must protect at all costs our secret
It's our lives or yours
So you're going to hang
