Rush — Bastille Day

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Ooh, there’s no bread, let ’em 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
The guillotine will claim her bloody prize
Free the dungeons of the innocent
The king will kneel and let his kingdom rise
Ooh, bloodstained velvet, dirty lace
Naked fear on every face

See them bow their heads to die
As we would bow when they rode by
And we’re marching to Bastille Day
The 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
The guillotine claimed her bloody prize
Hear the echoes of the centuries
Power isn’t all that money buys