Why can you see as you sit at your table and feast on geese
Your people are dying and starving in the unpaved streets
While you sit upon your throne with your jeweled crown
There is another lower than yourself being killed in town

You sleep in robes made of crimson furs and soft lilac satin
While the hard working villagers are taxed can't even make a livin
Oh hierarchy look out your castles Windows come see here
The people are going to rebel and your lives won't be spared

Listen do you hear them this is the revolution it is their hours
They carry torches as they draw close to your high built towers
They're coming they're bringing a gruesome glorious libertine
Which will not end until your heads are dismembered on the guillotine

They are outside the door and you try to run from your resignation
Send out your guards but they have already joined the revolution
Upon the gallows you showed no mercy to the people you were vicious
Now's the time, down with the with monarchy, viva la resistance!

[This was kinda fun to write I was so angry!!]

~Gypsy