We clamored down dark alleyways   Claimed by the rats and congregated   As was clearly dictated in letters that we burned.      Four star generals, wide eyed youths,   All starving for their executions   Stood in support of ideals   We held indside that vault      "La Revolution" hung upon the lips of every perrson in the city   Let's employe the guillotine so we can live again   Down we decend, mes amis, deep into our darkest prayers:   To behead the dreamers and to guide them through the pain      Salut, my friends enlightend kin, merci beaucoup.   You have come here because you wish to level the bastille   You've heard of the atrocities tkane place within those walls   I'd say justice is worth a life or two      "La Revolution" hung upon the lips of every perrson in the city   Let's employe the guillotine so we can live again   Down we decend, mes amis, deep into our darkest prayers:   To behead the dreamers and to guide them through the pain      Do we desrve to be free?   Opressive times for bourgeoisie...   Now, now we rise   To rescue all those too afraid to act      Cauterize   The wounds the were formed by the order on throne.      Destroy and dispel   Take him from his hell.   We'll draw you an anarchy, mon ami.   Accept this key to set you free   You'll live on to haunt the dreams   Like miseratti and Nonchalant,   Dormio, Priamides.      You'll be free, just think ole' Don Jacobin