The Story Of The Curious Oysters Lyrics - Fear Before The March Of Flames

Leaving the throne behind our princess is found anew 

Strung up in a bedpost webbing. in this romance of spiders 

We love, like spiders 

You won't feel a thing 

She had a run in with the doctor of fishes 

Now she smiles like a princess, legs behind her head 

A doctor stands accused of painting the roses red 

Off with his head. Off with his head 

Doctors. Cameras. Loved ones. Unhand her 

Behold the site of our villain in peril 

This doctors hand in her. She is fucked by a million viewers 

So smile big for the cameras. We're sending this one home