Banquet At The World's End Songtext / Lyric

The beautiful people, all send their excuses:

(Real estate and sex lives, livestock and ex-wives)



But the poor are coming, the lame are running

In their sleazy clothes and orthopedic shoes

There's a harelip spokesman shouting out the news



"Come to the banquet at the world's end!"



There's a string ensemble, and the King's court jester

Telling parables and big jokes, to mongoloids and old folks



The blind are seeing, the dead are breathing

And the mummies dance in geriatric style

The amputees are rolling down the aisles



"Come to the banquet at the world's end!"






Candlelight and party hats, duck and pheasant under glass

Aluminum walkers, thin white canes, caviar and pink champagne

The bride and the groom waltz on

Club foot lane at the banquet at the world's end

The banquet at the world's end

The banquet at the world's end



Say the beautiful people (the poor are coming)

"We'll live with the lights out (the lame are running)

Leave us alone now because (the blind are seeing)

Hell feels like home now" (the dead are breathing)



Meanwhile...



But the poor are coming, the lame are running

In their sleazy clothes and orthopedic shoes

There's a harelip spokesman shouting out the news



"Come to the banquet at the world's end!"

"Come to the banquet at the world's end!"

"Come to the banquet at the world's end!"