Lyrics O Guillotine - Simon Bookish

O Guillotine

Tobias Schmidt, though you’d never admit
The jacks became clubs in your time and now
Tobias Schmidt, though you’re not to blame for it
Your Harpsichord strings took the heads of kings
O Guillotine
Tobias Schmidt, witness to none of this
Vengeful, lives were sold: your transaction in gold
Tobias Schmidt, prepare the photofit
Bow down Africa’s slave, bow down Europe’s knave
O Guillotine