Aurelio Voltaire - Stakes and Torches (The Uprising of the Peasants) lyrics
[Aurelio Voltaire - Stakes and Torches The Uprising of the Peasants lyrics]
Stakes and torches, scimitars and bayonets
Scythes, pitchforks
A sickle with a sharpened edge
Swords and spades
And mallets that are made of lead
Anything at hand, anything that can
Help us to remove the head
Of that filthy rich fat son of a bitch
While he's sleeping in his bed
Storm the steps
We break into the palace hall
It's so majestic, we are frozen in our awe
Grandmother cries as she tumbles
To her knees, Says
"I can understand that the rich demand
An amount of luxury
But I'd have never dreamed
It was so extreme
While we had nothing to eat"
Scythes, pitchforks
A sickle with a sharpened edge
Swords and spades
And mallets that are made of lead
Anything at hand, anything that can
Help us to remove the head
Of that filthy rich fat son of a bitch
While he's sleeping in his bed
Storm the steps
We break into the palace hall
It's so majestic, we are frozen in our awe
Grandmother cries as she tumbles
To her knees, Says
"I can understand that the rich demand
An amount of luxury
But I'd have never dreamed
It was so extreme
While we had nothing to eat"