| Lyrics: | Ooh, there's no bread, let them eat cake
There's no end to what they'll take
Flaunt the
fruits of noble birth
Wash the salt into the earth
But they're marching to Bastille
Day
La guillotine will claim her bloody prize
Free the dungeons of the innocent
The
king will kneel, and let his kingdom rise
Ooh, bloodstained velvet, dirty lace
Naked
fear on every face
See them bow their heads to die
As we would bow as they rode
by
And we're marching to Bastille Day
La guillotine will claim her bloody
prize
Sing, o choirs of cacophony
The king has kneeled, to let his kingdom
rise
Lessons taught, but never learned
All around us, anger burns
Guide the
future by the past
Long ago, the mould was cast
For they marched up to Bastille
Day
La guillotine claimed her bloody prize
Hear the echoes of the centuries
Power
isn't all that money buys, whoa |
