Bastille Day (Live)

Bastille Day (Live) - Rush

There's no bread let them eat cake

There's no end to what they'll take

Flaunt the fruits of noble birth

Wash the salt into the earth

But they're marching to

Bastille Day La guillotine will claim

Her bloody prize

Free the dungeons of the innocent The king

Will kneel and let his kingdom rise

Bloodstained velvet dirty lace

Naked fear on every face

See them bow their heads to die

As we would bow as they rode by

And we're marching to

Bastille Day La guillotine will claim

Her bloody prize Sing

O choirs of cacophony The king has

Kneeled to let his kingdom rise

Lessons taught but never learned

All around us anger burns

Guide the future by the past

Long ago the mould was cast

For they marched up to

Bastille Day La guillotine claimed

Her bloody prize

Hear the echoes of the centuries Power isn't

All that money buys