| Paine and Pierce and Robespierre, Juarez and Danton
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| Luther, King and Lumumba dead but far from gone
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| Lenin, Cleaver, Jesus too, outlaws in their nations
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| Revolutionaries all, dreamed of liberation
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| God is up in heaven his agents here on earth
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| The church has said that this man rules, he’s best because of birth
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| But what’s that noise down in the street, who dares to shout and sing?
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| With all his courtiers at his side, who dares to touch the king?
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| Old man get some soldiers, keep them close at hand
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| There’s a fire in the country, there’s a flame come to the land
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| Seven thousand loyal troops, in ranks they stretch so far
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| With seven thousand well armed men, no one can touch the czar
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| Louis watch the prisons, send the goons around
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| Is that Paris burning, is the Bastille falling down?
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| And where are all the mercenaries — paid for by the king?
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| Have they joined the mob you say, doesn’t money mean anything?
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| Old men get some soldiers, keep them close at hand
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| The seeds that were sown yesterday now flower in the land
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| And guard yourself most carefully with military might
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| For plants that cannot bloom by day must flower in the night |