Peter Lorre Lyrics

Hey
Peter Lorre!
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 hear every word before you go
do not try to run away and hide
I come to the stage with a game of risk
catch me if you can and riddle me this.
You must pay attention, you must be quick
quicksilver quick
where'd all the money go?
Seven against Thebes come
(Sieben gegen Thebes komm)
raging raging drunk
Zues hates the sound of a bragging tongue
I am the marriage of sulfur and mercury
hidden in a book of p****grapghy
the base metal turns
the c**e transmographique
should keep us in oysters for another week
Hey
Peter Lorre!
Hey Hey
Peter Lorre!
Where'd all the money go?
Where'd all the money go?