作曲：佚名

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