Bastille Day
There’s no bread, let them eat cakeThere’s no end to what they’ll takeFlaunt the fruits of noble birthWash the salt into the earth
But they’re marching to Bastille DayLa guillotine will claim her bloody prizeFree the dungeons of the innocentThe king will kneel and let his kingdom rise
Bloodstained velvet, dirty laceNaked fear on every faceSee them bow their heads to dieAs we would bow as they rode by
And we’re marching to Bastille DayLa guillotine will claim her bloody prizeSing, oh choirs of cacophonyThe king has kneeled, to let his kingdom rise
Lessons taught but never learnedAll around us anger burnsGuide the future by the pastLong ago the mould was cast
For they marched up to Bastille DayLa guillotine claimed her bloody prizeHear the echoes of the centuriesPower isn’t all that money buys