Peter Lorre Lyrics - The World / Inferno Friendship Society

Hey! Peter Lorre! 

Hey Hey! 

Peter Lorre! 

Where'd all the money go? 

Where'd all the money go? 

I come to the stage with a tale of woe 

of suffering 

and faith 

and insolent pride, 

you must here every word before you go 

you must not run away and try to hide 

i come to the stage with a game of risk, 

catch me if you can 

riddle me this, 

you must pay attention, 

you must be quick, 

quicksilver, quick 

Hey, Peter Lorre! 

Where'd all the money go? 

Zeben gegen thebes komm 

(Seven against Thebes come) 

Raging, raving, drunk 

Zues hates the sound of a whinig tounge 

I AM THE MARRIAGE OF SULFUR AND MERCURY 

hidden in a book of pornogrophy, 

wasted away on the transmogrophique, 

that'll keep us in oysters for another week 

Hey!