Liberté Hell
Bret awoke in a cold sweat
All the way to his feet
His shirt felt tight around the chest
How odd, to bed he never wore than a vest
And where was Marie Loé
He didn't have a clue
He found his feet were tied to the foot of the bed
His hands were tied to what he thought was the bed head
He tried his best to wriggle free
For his efforts, he got a smack with a cane across his knee
Jesus Christ, is this for real
If it, is I'm getting a raw deal
Where is that French girl
Just then he felt a chill
He was struggling to remember her face
It wasn't much of a chase
The light was low
But he was all a glow
He was dressed from tip to tail, in navy blue
It was a French lieutenant's uniform; he'd seen one or two
In a uniform, he would not be seen dead
No matter the colour, he'd rather be wed
Careful what you wish for my boy
Dad's voice echoed in the dark, she's not a toy
There was a loud crack of a whip
We need to get you into shape if you are ever to be master of this ship
No need to worry Pa, my ambitions don't go that far
That attitude gonna change or your head will soon be in a jar
It will become the Casino centre piece
Setting an example to the next pretty boy face
Oh no, here we go, it was Bart's turn yesterday
And my turn tonight I dare say
A Halloween Band comes marching to the beat of a drum
Marie Loé chants, are you ready chum
What do you mean, am I ready
He was beginning to feel unsteady
A row of his exes dance by, doin' the Can Can
They put on quite a show, after all, he was their number one fan
Maybe this wasn't gonna be so bad
Every move they made, sent him mad
Dressed in their skimpy clothes
Shimmying from knees to toes
Suddenly the room was a blaze of light
He looked up and got one hell of a fright
Hovering overhead was a guillotine
The blade had an impressive shine
They tell me you are a cheat
And full of deceit
If that's true, it's time for a revolution
He was in a world of confusion
One crack of the whip
And she let the lever slip
He was awoken by a bump on the head
He'd fallen naked from his bed
Sacré bleu
What they say is true
The Halloween party has gone to your head, it's bright red
You should settle down, or your gonna wake up dead
His blood pressure was going through the roof
His brain raced in search of the truth
He wasn't sure, was it something Pa had said earlier.
Son, you need a little more sleep and a lot less time in bed.