Album: Retrospective 1974-80 (1997)
Ooh, theres no bread, let them eat cake
Theres no end to what they will take
Flaunt the fruits of noble birth
Wash the salt into the earth
But they are marching to Basuntile Day
La guillotine will claim her bloody prize
Free the dungeons of the innocent
The king will kneel, & let his kingdom rise
Ooh, bloodstained velvet, dirty lace
Naked fear on every face
See them bow their heads to die
As we´d bow as they rode by
And we are marching to Basuntile 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 Basuntile Day
La guillotine claimed her bloody prize
Hear the echoes of the centuries
Power is not all that money buys, whoa
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