[Scene 3 "The Grievances of the People"]
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[RINGMASTER]
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The sparrow, bedraggled, looks up through the rain
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And dreams of a little more grain
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The peacock, plump in his place in the sun
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Ignores the sound of the distant guns
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Their thunder falls upon deaf ears
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The peacock never sniffs the air
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He fails to see that a starvation diet brings
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The scent of riot on the breeze
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The King; The State; La France
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Each of the above must with regret cut off all payment
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The cupboard is bare
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The State of France lies in disrepair
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[REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST]
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The Bishops hide the grain; to the attics it's sent
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If everyone is hungry, tell me, who can be content?
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[SOLO BOY]
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Altogether now!
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[CHILDREN'S CHORUS]
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We hand out pamphlets, we join a club
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We shout out slogans that we make up
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We thumb our noses, at those above
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We hand out pamphlets, we join a club
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[TROUBLEMAKER]
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We join a club, a safety net
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But it's more like a gin trap that's been carefully set
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[REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST]
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We write what we can on the cow's flayed hide
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Our grievances are noted and then brushed to one side
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But the pain we feel keeps us alive
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[TROUBLEMAKER]
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Bushes and bones and sticks and stones
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[CHORUS]
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Now, then, women and men
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[REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST]
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In Manosque the bishops get what they deserve
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Stoned to death and we retrieve the grain from their reserves
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[FEMALE CHORUS]
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We plunder all the bakeries
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[CHORUS]
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Searching for our courage in...
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[MALE CHORUS]
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Searching for our courage in...
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[REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST]
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Searching for our courage in...
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[RINGMASTER & MARIE MARIANNE]
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...this folly
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The Grievances Of The People
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Roger Waters |