Right by Conquest Songtext
von The Fiery Furnaces

If you wish to wait until dusk I respect your policy
But by all means, my liege, lay siege, lay siege
Or whatever otherwise you might want to call it
We would only be restoring to the rightful from before the migrations of the peoples
You could put it
Or, and I′d prefer, Right by Conquest

Are the defenses, then, to be let down tonight?
Yes, or maybe, or not quite?

Just a rickety old stockade, I heard
Half diorama plaster and half recovered water-damaged sheet-rock
In which is interred
It's all that stands in your way, if ′stands' is the right word

What will you do?
Carried off to decorate your bordello
The person who told me believes
That the guard, though formerly in the service of Duchess of Kent
Is an Italian Greyhound bitch that loves thieves


So you might sing
"Well Rebecca, get your basket, let's go down to the wood
You might not pick any berries but you′ll come back feeling good"
Well, all right

If you wish to wait until dusk I respect your policy
But by all means, my liege, lay siege, lay siege
Or whatever otherwise you might want to call it
We would only be restoring to the rightful from before the migrations of the peoples
You could put it
Or, and I′d prefer, Right by Conquest

Are the defenses, then, to be let down tonight?
Yes, maybe, or not quite?

Will you quench these blushes of mine by present practice?
Will you, being invited, crack this Glass?
Here's poison and here′s gold
Quick children! Before you get old

Well Rebecca, get your basket, let's go down to the wood,
You might not pick any berries but you′ll come back feeling good
Well Rebecca, get your basket, let's go down to the wood,
You might not pick any berries but you′ll come back feeling good