Richard III Lyrics

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Cover art for Richard III lyrics by Supergrass

Now is the Winter of our Discontent Made Glorious Summer by this Sun of York And all the Clouds that loured upon our House Now in the Deep Bosom of the Ocean buried Now are our brows bound with Victorious Wreaths

Haha, Tricky Dicky takes the Crown of England! Our dreadful marches to delightful measures Grim Visaged War hath spoothed his wrinkled front and instead of mounting barbed steads to frighten the souls of adversaries he capers nimbly in a nymh's chamber to the lacivious pleasing of a lute!