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 Mallets that are made of Lead Anything at hand Anything that can Help to remove his head Of that filthy rich Fat son of a b**h! While he's sleeping in his bed Storm the steps we break into the palace hall It's so majestic we are frozen in awe Grandmother cries as she tumbles to her knees "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"