Fight, they can't starve so they'll fight
No money for their bakers' plight
Can't pay, so they're locked away
Justice is not for those who say
Please citizens let us have just a little more gold
Then we'll be able to pay for our bread and your dough
But no go
St. Antoine cannot take anymore
Aristos better look for the shore
Peasants out of poverty rise
Against gentry who think they'll get a fair trial
They didn't think that a peasant could get so angry
So now they will lose their heads unless they learn to flee
To Germany
Au même temps, à la Bastille
The Bastille gate was fastened tight
Window bars blocked out the light
A frightened man sat through the night, and he cried
The thunder stopped, the gate was raised
He'd lost his fight, could not be saved
They led him to the shining blade
And he died
Madame la Guillotine Video (MV)
Performed By: Dark
Language: English
Length: 6:53
Written by: Clive Thorneycroft, Martin Weaver, Ron Johnson, Steve Giles
Dark - Madame la Guillotine Lyrics
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English
Fight, they can't starve so they'll fight
No money for their bakers' plight
Can't pay, so they're locked away
Justice is not for those who say
Please citizens let us have just a little more gold
Then we'll be able to pay for our bread and your dough
But no go
St. Antoine cannot take anymore
Aristos better look for the shore
Peasants out of poverty rise
Against gentry who think they'll get a fair trial
They didn't think that a peasant could get so angry
So now they will lose their heads unless they learn to flee
To Germany
Au même temps, à la Bastille
The Bastille gate was fastened tight
Window bars blocked out the light
A frightened man sat through the night, and he cried
The thunder stopped, the gate was raised
He'd lost his fight, could not be saved
They led him to the shining blade
And he died
No money for their bakers' plight
Can't pay, so they're locked away
Justice is not for those who say
Please citizens let us have just a little more gold
Then we'll be able to pay for our bread and your dough
But no go
St. Antoine cannot take anymore
Aristos better look for the shore
Peasants out of poverty rise
Against gentry who think they'll get a fair trial
They didn't think that a peasant could get so angry
So now they will lose their heads unless they learn to flee
To Germany
Au même temps, à la Bastille
The Bastille gate was fastened tight
Window bars blocked out the light
A frightened man sat through the night, and he cried
The thunder stopped, the gate was raised
He'd lost his fight, could not be saved
They led him to the shining blade
And he died
Writer: Clive Thorneycroft, Martin Weaver, Ron Johnson, Steve Giles
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid