Marat/Sade
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Four years after the revolution
And the old king's execution
Four years after, remember how
Those courtiers took their final bow
String up every aristocrat
Out with the priests and let then live on their fat
Four years after we started fighting
Marat keeps on with his writing
Four years after the Bastille fell
He still recalls the old battle yell
Down with all of the ruling class
Throw all the generals out on their ass
Why do they have the gold?
Why do they have the power?
Why, why, why, why, why?
Do they have the friends at the top?
Why do they have the jobs at the top?
We've got nothing, always had nothing
Nothing but holes and millions of them
Living in holes, dying in holes
Holes in our bellies and holes in our clothes
Marat, we're poor
And the poor stay poor
Marat, don't make us wait any more
We want our rights and we don't care how
We want a revolution now
Four years he fought and he fought unafraid
Sniffing down traitors, by traitors betrayed
Marat in the courtroom, Marat underground
Sometimes the otter and sometimes the hound
Fighting all the gentry and fighting every priest
The business man, the bourgeois, the military beast
Marat always ready to stifle every scheme
Of the sons of the ass licking dying regime
We've got new generals, our leaders are new
They sit and they argue and all that they do
Is sell their own colleagues and ride upon their backs
Or jail them, or break them, or give them all the ax
Screaming in language that no one understand
Of the rights that we grabbed with our own bleeding hands
When we wiped out the bosses and stormed through the wall
Of the prison they told us would outlast us all
Marat, we're poor
And the poor stay poor
Marat, don't make us wait any more
We want our rights and we don't care how
We want a revolution now
Poor old Marat, they hunt you down
The bloodhounds are sniffing all over the town
Just yesterday your printing press was smashed
Now they're asking your home address
Poor, old Marat, in you we trust
You work till your eyes turn as red as rust
But while you write they're on your track
The boots mount the staircase, the doors thrown back
Poor, old Marat, in you we trust
You work till your eyes turn as red as rust
Poor, old Marat, we trust in you
Marat, we're poor
And the poor stay poor
Marat, don't make us wait any more
We want our rights and we don't care how
We want a revolution now
And the old king's execution
Four years after, remember how
Those courtiers took their final bow
String up every aristocrat
Out with the priests and let then live on their fat
Four years after we started fighting
Marat keeps on with his writing
Four years after the Bastille fell
He still recalls the old battle yell
Down with all of the ruling class
Throw all the generals out on their ass
Why do they have the gold?
Why do they have the power?
Why, why, why, why, why?
Do they have the friends at the top?
Why do they have the jobs at the top?
We've got nothing, always had nothing
Nothing but holes and millions of them
Living in holes, dying in holes
Holes in our bellies and holes in our clothes
Marat, we're poor
And the poor stay poor
Marat, don't make us wait any more
We want our rights and we don't care how
We want a revolution now
Four years he fought and he fought unafraid
Sniffing down traitors, by traitors betrayed
Marat in the courtroom, Marat underground
Sometimes the otter and sometimes the hound
Fighting all the gentry and fighting every priest
The business man, the bourgeois, the military beast
Marat always ready to stifle every scheme
Of the sons of the ass licking dying regime
We've got new generals, our leaders are new
They sit and they argue and all that they do
Is sell their own colleagues and ride upon their backs
Or jail them, or break them, or give them all the ax
Screaming in language that no one understand
Of the rights that we grabbed with our own bleeding hands
When we wiped out the bosses and stormed through the wall
Of the prison they told us would outlast us all
Marat, we're poor
And the poor stay poor
Marat, don't make us wait any more
We want our rights and we don't care how
We want a revolution now
Poor old Marat, they hunt you down
The bloodhounds are sniffing all over the town
Just yesterday your printing press was smashed
Now they're asking your home address
Poor, old Marat, in you we trust
You work till your eyes turn as red as rust
But while you write they're on your track
The boots mount the staircase, the doors thrown back
Poor, old Marat, in you we trust
You work till your eyes turn as red as rust
Poor, old Marat, we trust in you
Marat, we're poor
And the poor stay poor
Marat, don't make us wait any more
We want our rights and we don't care how
We want a revolution now
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:05.02] Four years after the revolution
[00:07.02] And the old king's execution
[00:09.00] Four years after, remember how
[00:10.09] Those courtiers took their final bow
[00:14.06] String up every aristocrat
[00:18.06] Out with the priests and let then live on their fat
[00:22.04] Four years after we started fighting
[00:24.01] Marat keeps on with his writing
[00:26.07] Four years after the Bastille fell
[00:28.01] He still recalls the old battle yell
[00:32.02] Down with all of the ruling class
[00:35.04] Throw all the generals out on their ass
[00:45.04] Why do they have the gold?
[00:47.01] Why do they have the power?
[00:48.05] Why, why, why, why, why?
[00:51.08] Do they have the friends at the top?
[00:55.03] Why do they have the jobs at the top?
[00:58.06] We've got nothing, always had nothing
[01:02.05] Nothing but holes and millions of them
[01:05.09] Living in holes, dying in holes
[01:08.02] Holes in our bellies and holes in our clothes
[01:12.06] Marat, we're poor
[01:17.07] And the poor stay poor
[01:22.05] Marat, don't make us wait any more
[01:32.06] We want our rights and we don't care how
[01:41.00] We want a revolution now
[01:59.07] Four years he fought and he fought unafraid
[02:03.03] Sniffing down traitors, by traitors betrayed
[02:08.00] Marat in the courtroom, Marat underground
[02:12.07] Sometimes the otter and sometimes the hound
[02:16.05] Fighting all the gentry and fighting every priest
[02:20.02] The business man, the bourgeois, the military beast
[02:25.00] Marat always ready to stifle every scheme
[02:29.05] Of the sons of the ass licking dying regime
[02:33.01] We've got new generals, our leaders are new
[02:37.07] They sit and they argue and all that they do
[02:41.01] Is sell their own colleagues and ride upon their backs
[02:45.06] Or jail them, or break them, or give them all the ax
[02:50.08] Screaming in language that no one understand
[02:54.09] Of the rights that we grabbed with our own bleeding hands
[02:58.07] When we wiped out the bosses and stormed through the wall
[03:02.00] Of the prison they told us would outlast us all
[03:08.03] Marat, we're poor
[03:12.01] And the poor stay poor
[03:17.01] Marat, don't make us wait any more
[03:26.08] We want our rights and we don't care how
[03:35.00] We want a revolution now
[03:51.05] Poor old Marat, they hunt you down
[03:55.05] The bloodhounds are sniffing all over the town
[03:58.05] Just yesterday your printing press was smashed
[04:03.05] Now they're asking your home address
[04:07.08] Poor, old Marat, in you we trust
[04:11.02] You work till your eyes turn as red as rust
[04:15.02] But while you write they're on your track
[04:18.03] The boots mount the staircase, the doors thrown back
[04:25.08] Poor, old Marat, in you we trust
[04:32.03] You work till your eyes turn as red as rust
[04:40.00] Poor, old Marat, we trust in you
[04:47.02] Marat, we're poor
[04:53.03] And the poor stay poor
[04:58.08] Marat, don't make us wait any more
[05:12.07] We want our rights and we don't care how
[05:22.05] We want a revolution now
[05:32.09]
[00:07.02] And the old king's execution
[00:09.00] Four years after, remember how
[00:10.09] Those courtiers took their final bow
[00:14.06] String up every aristocrat
[00:18.06] Out with the priests and let then live on their fat
[00:22.04] Four years after we started fighting
[00:24.01] Marat keeps on with his writing
[00:26.07] Four years after the Bastille fell
[00:28.01] He still recalls the old battle yell
[00:32.02] Down with all of the ruling class
[00:35.04] Throw all the generals out on their ass
[00:45.04] Why do they have the gold?
[00:47.01] Why do they have the power?
[00:48.05] Why, why, why, why, why?
[00:51.08] Do they have the friends at the top?
[00:55.03] Why do they have the jobs at the top?
[00:58.06] We've got nothing, always had nothing
[01:02.05] Nothing but holes and millions of them
[01:05.09] Living in holes, dying in holes
[01:08.02] Holes in our bellies and holes in our clothes
[01:12.06] Marat, we're poor
[01:17.07] And the poor stay poor
[01:22.05] Marat, don't make us wait any more
[01:32.06] We want our rights and we don't care how
[01:41.00] We want a revolution now
[01:59.07] Four years he fought and he fought unafraid
[02:03.03] Sniffing down traitors, by traitors betrayed
[02:08.00] Marat in the courtroom, Marat underground
[02:12.07] Sometimes the otter and sometimes the hound
[02:16.05] Fighting all the gentry and fighting every priest
[02:20.02] The business man, the bourgeois, the military beast
[02:25.00] Marat always ready to stifle every scheme
[02:29.05] Of the sons of the ass licking dying regime
[02:33.01] We've got new generals, our leaders are new
[02:37.07] They sit and they argue and all that they do
[02:41.01] Is sell their own colleagues and ride upon their backs
[02:45.06] Or jail them, or break them, or give them all the ax
[02:50.08] Screaming in language that no one understand
[02:54.09] Of the rights that we grabbed with our own bleeding hands
[02:58.07] When we wiped out the bosses and stormed through the wall
[03:02.00] Of the prison they told us would outlast us all
[03:08.03] Marat, we're poor
[03:12.01] And the poor stay poor
[03:17.01] Marat, don't make us wait any more
[03:26.08] We want our rights and we don't care how
[03:35.00] We want a revolution now
[03:51.05] Poor old Marat, they hunt you down
[03:55.05] The bloodhounds are sniffing all over the town
[03:58.05] Just yesterday your printing press was smashed
[04:03.05] Now they're asking your home address
[04:07.08] Poor, old Marat, in you we trust
[04:11.02] You work till your eyes turn as red as rust
[04:15.02] But while you write they're on your track
[04:18.03] The boots mount the staircase, the doors thrown back
[04:25.08] Poor, old Marat, in you we trust
[04:32.03] You work till your eyes turn as red as rust
[04:40.00] Poor, old Marat, we trust in you
[04:47.02] Marat, we're poor
[04:53.03] And the poor stay poor
[04:58.08] Marat, don't make us wait any more
[05:12.07] We want our rights and we don't care how
[05:22.05] We want a revolution now
[05:32.09]