Lyrics

Thank you very much everybody Now, this is a part of the show I'm really looking forward to Because, it's not often I get to introduce on stage a bona fide rock legend of one of the biggest bands in the world And eum Jethro Tull, I mean, what can I say about Jethro Tull? Blues, rock, folk, progressive Sometimes all at the same time And all led by the fantastic, Bluetooth of my next guest In fact he has been referred to the Jimi Hendrix of the flute Probably by himself, I think And it's been fantastic for me, because over the past few years I've had… I've been on stage with him a few times I've shared his stage with him on a few occasions He's such a fantastic person and now he's sharing my stage with me So would you please, give a massive, massive welcome to the lord of Misrule himself Ian Anderson Lord of Misrule! Please come on in and sit you down and partake of the feast I count you all the friends I have The ones I like the least I'll shelter you from darkness As it clouds over the earth For the world is in a turmoil and life has lost its worth Black shall be your Christmas And sad tidings to you all. I'll put my gift under the tree Wait for the ash to fall I'll give you guns and bombs And all my military plans I'll give you my machines and a list of my demands The lord of Misrule Lord of the feast of fools Not mischievous but cruel The lord of Misrule I'll bring you to your knees Before festivities begin I'll might be a lord, but please don't let me in I'll be the last one laughing At the ending of the world I'll point my finger at you Say you got what you deserve Take pleasure in your misery I'll revel in your shame A little festive schadenfreude Wicked party game So take your chance to steal All that you covet every day Betray your friends and break their hearts Come on and make a play They'd only do the same to you So don't regret a thing Bring your deceits to the table and let the feast begin The lord of Misrule Lord of the feast of fools Not mischievous but cruel The lord of Misrule I'll bring you to your knees Before festivities begin I'll might be a lord But please don't let me in The lord of Misrule Lord of the feast of fools Not mischievous but cruel The lord of Misrule I'll bring you to your knees Before festivities begin I'll might be a lord, but please don't let me in So face the sun until The shadow falls behind you 'cause I'm the lord and I will always find you So face the sun until The shadow falls behind you 'cause I'm the lord and I will always find you