Act 1: Lemmy's Prolögue

Two households different as dried plums and pears
In fair Manhattan where we lay our scene
Two homes that drift in hate for 20 years a score
Awash in sin for long deprived of dreams
Once long ago they planted seeds of hate
Which bloomed to constant battles for revenge

Soon murder was the awful commonplace
And everything once real seemed like pretend
Deep within this storm a love in two is sparked
Spawned in a box of glass one star-crossed night
Now if they thought it hard to live within the dark
Let's see how many fall beneath love's light

Ah yes, the splice of their unholy vice
And the firmest grip of their parents' rage
Could only ever end by one father and his apt demise
Which is now the two hours traffic of our stage
Star-crossed lovers both ignore your elders' trivial ploys
They hold no trace of passion's truer joys

Instead of justice, do now howl your caterwaul
Your deepest love will battle reason's gall
All this if you would patient eyes attend
We'll see what devil's broke or toil shall mend

Act 1: never mind the ailling fatted calf
Here's the Que's and Capulets

Yes we'll gather at the river
The beautiful, the beautiful river
Gather with the Saints at the river
Which flows by the thrown of God

Mmmmmm

Yes we'll gather at the river
The beautiful, the beautiful river
Gather with the Saints at the river
That flows by the thrown of God

Gather with the Saints at the river
The beautiful, the beautiful river
Gather with the Saints at the river
That flows by the thrown of God