Bastille Day

Intro x2 x2 x4 verse 1 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. Instrumental x2 Verse 2 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. Chorus 2 And we're marching to Bastille Day. La guillotine will claim her bloody prize. Sing oh choirs of cacophony. The king has kneeled to let his kindgom rise. Instrumental Solo x2 x2 x3 x3 x3 Verse 3 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. Outro x2 x2 x3 x3 x3