I will be hanged tomorrow morning, my life was not made for the castle Everything happened this evening of June, we were having a party in the castle In the castle of the ace, the biggest ball in London, the gold of the ladies of the ace The big world recedes, ruby diamonds trace, and white dresses the shadow hidden in the garden I was squeezing fists, I was watching dance, Jane and her fiancé I will be hanged tomorrow morning, pity for the daughter of this castle Because I think she loved the love that we made quiet, far from the castle In the castle of the ace, for the twenty years of Jane, the gold of the ladies of the ace Had received their hatred, me the madman that we thirst, me I was dying of hatred Hanging in the garden, I was squeezing fists, I was watching dance, Jane and her fiancé I will be hanged tomorrow morning, my life was not made for the castle Everything happened this evening of June, we were having a party in the castle In the castle of the ace, for the twenty years of Jane, the gold of the ladies of the ace Had received their hatred, me the madman that we thirst, me I was dying of hatred Instrumental I will be hanged tomorrow morning, it will make four lines in the newspapers I am only a vulgar murderer, a vagabond, a villain of this castle In the castle of the ace, maybe Jane, the gold of the ladies of the ace Will have a little pain, but my last sentence will be to be complained Because we will give her another fiancé, and I will not be able to remove this one Instrumental © transcript Emily Beynon