[REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST]
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Slaves, Landlords, Bigots at your door
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Aristocrats, Democrats, survivors of the North American war
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Some with heart, some without hate
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Some with faith in the human race
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And so the loan sharks
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Selling dreams in honeyed tones like skylarks
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And rats who speak like cats of sacred rights
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The sacred rights of the family
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[MARIE MARIANNE]
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And al those brave souls both brave enough and crazy enough
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To spill their blood for truth alone
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That one or two ideas survive, always survive
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Writ in blood on paving stones
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[RINGMASTER]
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Writ in blood
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[MARIE MARIANNE]
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On paving stones
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[CHILDREN'S CHORUS]
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And the noble class who rule
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Having been to all the best schools
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Have thought it through and are good enough
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To explain what is best for us
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It came to them in a dream
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In a blinding flash of light
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Equality, fraternity and not just in the afterlife
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And they promise us reading
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And they promise us reading
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[CHILDREN'S CHORUS & FEMALE CHORUS]
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If we kneel before the King
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If we kneel before the King
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[SOLO CHILD]
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So this is the State of France
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[RINGMASTER, REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST & MARIE MARIANNE]
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And on the street corners
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The broadsheets all carry the usual story
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A people dying to believe in some benign authority
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To lead them down a road that's paved with glory
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To lead them down a road that's paved with glory
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Slavers, Landlords, Bigots At Your Door
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Roger Waters |