Bastille Day lyrics

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

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, oh 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