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