How Lester Lost His Wife - Of Montreal

First there was the "Fable of the Bull"
Told by the picador
Then an Orwellian raping of a virgin apple core
An apple core, an apple core, an apple core
An apple core, an apple

Next our minds were supping up the horrors
That our vicious master's whip
Was serving us in rituals nefariously hip
Wickedly hip, wickedly hip, wickedly hip
Wickedly hip, wickedly

I had to don a disguise to see her slinking down
The snaking hallways to her chamber
But I wasn't prepared to encounter the vision
Of she and it engaged in defiling of the sacred
In an instant her face became so plaintive
And I watched as she transformed
Into the Black Amaranth

The next morning I espied
In a window, framed in brass
The story of her condemnation
Portrayed in the stained glass
In the stained glass, in the stained glass, in the stained glass
In the stained glass, in the stained glass

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