The Council Of The *** - Lyrics - Team Starkid

Old ***: I belong to an organization That meets in the dead of the night It's a sacred congregation That determines what's wrong and what's right! Chorus: Every night at the stroke of three... Every night at the stroke of three... Every night at the stroke of three... The *** gather! Every night at the stroke of three... (The *** gather) Every night at the stroke of three... (The *** gather) Our freedom here is fleeting We *** have a meeting Tonight With dignified behavior We flop about our *** With might... We unite Every night at the stroke of three... (The *** gather) Every night at the stroke of three... (The *** gather) With blubbery disposition *** of high position Assemble We meet here by the river and We sovereign snatches quiver And tremble... With excitement Our lips are tight, and taut This meetings not for naught Be quiet, we can't be caught Our masters are sleeping While were creeping To the council... High ***: *** from the North... *** from the East... *** from the West are bringing snacks... Chorus: They're bringing snacks! All: So dust your cobwebs off Disinfect your yeast Bring a friend for a free bikini wax... Every night at the stroke of three... (The *** gather) Every night at the stroke of three... (The *** gather) Every night at the stroke of three... *** are we!