We'd like to welcome you to your home
Welcome to your home
Welcome to your home please step inside
Time to meet the guests of this place
I was a play-write screen and stage
I was a star of style and grace
We were the ones who packed 'em into the place
I am the composer of this symphonatic psychopatic show
Right this way, come meet the band
Players of my requiem, here come the dancers
The jugglers and the clowns are at the door
Welcome to our celebration
Sing rejoice in desolation
Join us in our grand creation
Drink sweet wine, sublime salvation
This night the moon and stars don't shine
The shadows crawl from your mind
All the friends you knew before, no longer, anymore
The smell of flowers all around
The taste of ash and sacred ground stains your tongue
But hush, hush
You had your money, your women, your fame
You stuck it all into your veins
Till you slipped from your mortal remains
Now, sing for me, sing to me
Now you're the star of the show once again
You're meat to the jackals my friend
Just meat to the jackals, meat to the jackals
You're fit for your shackles, Aye?
"Shhh! Listen,
The master of the house is coming through the door"
So we meet at last my friend, I've waited for this day
To welcome you in person to this housethat you must stay
We prepared a long time and we've gone to great expense
To orchestrate, negotiate your form of recompense
Now come on!
I see the morning sun is rising in the wide blue heavens
The dew of morning sparkles on the grassy way
Through the mist I see that all my friends are gathered
They're standing, staring at a grave
And he can hear them...
Farewell my dear one, farewell my dear one
Goodbye my love
I hope that you don't find this in bad taste
Counting the house and the wide estate
Let the accountants calculate
The money in the bank account he's saved
Think of all the royalties that this is sure to generate
Take the clothes to West L.A.
Sell them all to that "Rock Cafe"
Sell the ears, the old guitars, the family scars
And throw the rest away
The guest surround him,
Leading him from the curtain back to the ballroom...
Welcome to our celebration
Sing rejoice in desolation
(Now that you've finally come home)
Join us in our grand creation
Drink sweet wine, sublime salvation
Welcome to your home
Welcome to your home please step inside
Time to meet the guests of this place
I was a play-write screen and stage
I was a star of style and grace
We were the ones who packed 'em into the place
I am the composer of this symphonatic psychopatic show
Right this way, come meet the band
Players of my requiem, here come the dancers
The jugglers and the clowns are at the door
Welcome to our celebration
Sing rejoice in desolation
Join us in our grand creation
Drink sweet wine, sublime salvation
This night the moon and stars don't shine
The shadows crawl from your mind
All the friends you knew before, no longer, anymore
The smell of flowers all around
The taste of ash and sacred ground stains your tongue
But hush, hush
You had your money, your women, your fame
You stuck it all into your veins
Till you slipped from your mortal remains
Now, sing for me, sing to me
Now you're the star of the show once again
You're meat to the jackals my friend
Just meat to the jackals, meat to the jackals
You're fit for your shackles, Aye?
"Shhh! Listen,
The master of the house is coming through the door"
So we meet at last my friend, I've waited for this day
To welcome you in person to this housethat you must stay
We prepared a long time and we've gone to great expense
To orchestrate, negotiate your form of recompense
Now come on!
I see the morning sun is rising in the wide blue heavens
The dew of morning sparkles on the grassy way
Through the mist I see that all my friends are gathered
They're standing, staring at a grave
And he can hear them...
Farewell my dear one, farewell my dear one
Goodbye my love
I hope that you don't find this in bad taste
Counting the house and the wide estate
Let the accountants calculate
The money in the bank account he's saved
Think of all the royalties that this is sure to generate
Take the clothes to West L.A.
Sell them all to that "Rock Cafe"
Sell the ears, the old guitars, the family scars
And throw the rest away
The guest surround him,
Leading him from the curtain back to the ballroom...
Welcome to our celebration
Sing rejoice in desolation
(Now that you've finally come home)
Join us in our grand creation
Drink sweet wine, sublime salvation