"The Sinful Ensemble" lyrics - SKYCLAD
Are you ready for the Sinful Ensemble?
Good clean fun, just a bit of rough and tumble
Dead dictators out on a lads' night
Ten pints later you'll see a flashing blue light
Are you ready for the Sinful Ensemble?
Ever wondered where the evil dead go?
There's a little place called "Nightmare Scenario"
Unlicenced establishment for former world powers
Where the drinks are cheap and it's open all hours
Bonaparte's on brandy, he swills it down his throat
Hitler sips a pilsner while he tells a racist joke
Mussolini leers at Maggie serving at the bar
Stalin's out the back trying to sell a dodgy motor car
Dear God above if you exist
Hope you see the funny side to this
Now don't get cross don't bite your nails
Oh, son of... Man, your mission failed
Are you ready for the Sinful Ensemble?
Good clean fun, just a bit of rough and tumble
Dead dictators out on a lads' night
Ten pints later you'll see a flashing blue light
Are you ready for the Sinful Ensemble?
Herod's in the family room to babysit the first born
Mengele's got a Gladstone bag of cotton wool and chloroform
Vlad impales glace cherries on a stick just for a lark
When Pol Pot turns the lights out they'll play murder in the dark
Are you ready for the Sinful Ensemble?
Good clean fun, just a bit of rough and tumble
Dead dictators out on a lads' night
Ten pints later you'll see a flashing blue light
Are you ready for the Sinful Ensemble?
Genghis Khan just parked his lunch all over Nero's belly
While the lions beat the Christians thirty, nil live on the telly
Caligula kills "My Way" on the karaoke stage
Young "Chezzy" Borgia's barred for life for drinking under age
This is far more than just a joke
Can't you see the fire for the smoke?
Choose any public house you please
And find dictators such as these
Are you ready for the Sinful Ensemble?
Good clean fun, just a bit of rough and tumble
Dead dictators out on a lads' night
Ten pints later you'll see a flashing blue light
Are you ready for the Sinful Ensemble?
Hell is where the heart lies
On Purgatory's borders
The great thing 'bout eternity
They never call last orders
