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 soundrels of Paris
Collect in a lair
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've 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 iminent demise
Any last words?
I thought not
It's always sad when a life's at its finish
I have to admit to a bit of a pang
But we must protect at all cost our secret
It's our lives or yours!
So you're going to hang!
