Aristocrats held all the cards    The rules they made kept the people barred    And when the king refused to share their rights    They know this time he'd gone to far    The palace guards have guns and mace    To keep the marchers in their place    But even if they restless blood should run    The choice was made, the breakdown had begun.    The tower falls, the flag is changed    The new one still looks much the same.    While nameless faces sit for portrait painters    About to see it all again.    Whose hand is seen as open,    Whose hands are bound ?    Who wears the cap, who wears the crown ?    Storm The Bastille.