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Words and music by geddy lee, alex lifeson, and neil peart |
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There's no bread, let them eat cake |
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There's no end to what they'll take |
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Flaunt the fruits of noble birth |
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Wash the salt into the earth |
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But they're marching to bastille day la guillotine will claim |
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Her bloody prize free the dungeons of the innocent the king |
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Will kneel, and let his kingdom rise |
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Bloodstained velvet, dirty lace |
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Naked fear on every face |
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See them bow their heads to die |
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As we would bow as they rode by |
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And we're marching to bastille day la guillotine will claim |
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Her bloody prize sing, o choirs of cacophony the king has |
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Kneeled, to let his kingdom rise |
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Lessons taught but never learned |
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All around us anger burns |
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Guide the future by the past |
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Long ago the mould was cast |
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For they marched up to bastille day la guillotine -- claimed |
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Her bloody prize hear the echoes of the centuries power isn't |
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All that money buys |
