Bastille Day - Rush

Ooh, there's no bread, let 'em eat cakeThere's no end to what they'll takeFlaunt the fruits of noble birthWash the salt into the earthBut they're marching to Bastille Day.La guillotine will claim her bloody prize.Free the dungeons of the innocentThe king will kneelAnd let his kingdom rise.Ooh, there's stained velvet, dirty lace,naked fear on every faceSee them bow their heads to dieAs we would bow as they rode byAnd we're marching to Bastille DayLa guillotine will claim her bloody prizeSing, oh choirs of cacophonyThe king has kneeledTo let his kingdom rise.Lessons taught but never learnedAll around us anger burnsGuide the future by the pastLong ago the mould was castFor they marched up to Bastille DayLa guillotine claimed her bloody prizeHear the echoes of the centuriespower isn't all that money buys.