[Lyric] Bloodshed and Bones (Kabaret Sybarit)

One bag of magic and a whole lotta luck
And a tick, tick, clock
And then I blow things up!
I wiggle, I tickle, I fickle about

Yes I'm a liberal, I take from the poor
'Cause if you don't have much, you don't need any more!
So get up, and suit up
I call to the flock
Can you steal like the British?
A gentleman's sport, really

I like it big and tragic with bloodshed and bones
It is my own bag of magic
A tickle of magic called[?]
To jump in the burning ashes
[?]
I love when it smashes
And disappear when I'm gone in clouds of smoke, and then I'm
Gone in a wink of flashes with bloodshed and bones
One book of magic, diamond dazzlin' vice
Got mе on my knees, got me all by surprise
I want it, I want it, I want it for me!

Blitz, blitz, sеxy, shiny eyes in her head
Now Snitch wants a Poodle, or I'll learn them all dead!
Or show up, and blow up, the French Industry
And then rape like the empire, a gentleman's spree

'Cause I like it big and tragic with bloodshed and bones
It is my own bag of magic
A tickle of magic called[?]
To jump in the burning ashes
[?]
I love when it smashes
And disappear when I'm gone in clouds of smoke, and then I'm
Gone in a wink of flashes with bloodshed and bones

[Instrumental]

I like it big and tragic with bloodshed and bones
Pouring the gas
Striking the match
Tell me we're burning ashes with bloodshed and bones
And that's why they call me Snitch
'Cause I like it big and tragic with bloodshed and bones
It is my own bag of magic
A tickle of magic called[?]
To jump in the burning ashes
[?]
I love when it smashes
And disappear when I'm gone in clouds of smoke, and then I'm
Gone in a wink of flashes with bloodshed and bones