| Marie Antoinette, your name’s a legend in this land
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| Treasure for your pleasure, bestowed on favoured gentlemen
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| The people are in arms, marching on the town
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| They rise chanting «Revolution! |
| Viva la Nation!»
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| Marie Antoinette, your shadow’s falling along the land
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| Anger born of hunger poisons the hearts of your loyal men
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| Fire in their eyes, steel in their hands
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| They rise chanting «Revolution! |
| Viva la Nation!»
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| Clamouring in the square, the rabble have gone insane
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| They’re over the balustrades, defying the cannon fire
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| They’re into the garrison, they murder the noblemen
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| Marie Antoinette, Marie Antoinette
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| «We are the people of France we demand that the
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| Elegant blue-blooded leeches that bleed us
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| Are taught what it means to grow fat and not feed us!
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| We are the people of France, you must heed us!»
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| Already at the Bastille, the prisoners all run free
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| They’re hammering on the door, Marie Antoinette
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| They’ve taken the guillotine, they’re coming to take the Queen
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| Marie Antoinette, the King and the guards have fled
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| Marie Antoinette, your shadow’s falling along the land
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| Anger born of hunger, poisoned your men
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| They rise chanting «Revolution! |
| Viva la Nation!» |