Dear Comrade - The Guillotine

Decisions are made
And who is to blame
Such mess and disgrace
Sure could use a face
No place hide
Let's go for a ride
Down to the gallows
The rules of the game
By sword or by flame you die just the same
No warning
No warning
A king or a maid
The blink of an eye, the slide of the blade
No warning
No warning
You don't know
What it feels like to take it away
Till its gone
You won't miss what you had on your plate
You don't know
What it feels like to take it away
Till its gone
Already too late
So many of them they're storming the gate.
No warning
No warning
There's no give and take
Got nothing to eat so let em eat cake
No warning
No warning
So how does it feel now the shoe's on the other foot
Third estate taken Bastille, what are we to do?
Put on a dress that's befitting for public unrest
There's no escape for the scapegoat that we will choose
What's on the menu? Tonight we serve royal stew
Quick to square, you don't wanna miss all the fanfare
What can be said my love of your dreaded fate
Wearing your Sunday's best on a Saturday
Something else to declare, front of thousand glares?
Elle a dit "Pardon, monsieur, je ne l'ai pas fait expres."
Smell of fresh blood in the air
Even Max "Incorruptible" couldn't be spared
You don't know
What it feels like to take it away
Till its gone
You won't miss what you had on your plate
You don't know
What it feels like to take it away
Till its gone
Decisions are made
And who is to blame
Such mess and disgrace
Sure could use a face
No place hide
Let's go for a ride
Down to the gallows

Written by:
Arthur Kremer

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