ROUBLEMAKER
In Paris there's a rumble under the ground
It's the sound of the printing press
And like a volcano when it blows
It spews out ideas like confetti, like snow
BOY
Read all about it!
Hold the front page!
The street's a theatre
Each café...
CHORUS & CHILDREN
A stage!
RINGMASTER
But under every café awning
There appears this papal warning
TROUBLEMAKER
His Holiness the Pope, I fear
Believes the Rights of Man to be a bad idea
REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST
The Pope does not want the rights of Man
COMPANY
The pope does not want the rights of Man
REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST
He finds them too profane
COMPANY
He finds them too profane
REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST
When a man bites the apple
COMPANY
When a man bites the apple
REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST
He gets a taste for liberty
COMPANY
He gets a taste for liberty
REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST
He gets... a taste of liberty
MALE CHORUS
He gets... a taste of liberty
ALTAR BOY
The Pope declares that it's a sin
MALE CHORUS
The pope declares that it's a sin
TROUBLEMAKER
So let us raid the apple tree
Although the Pope does not agree
He blesses us with sleight of hand
He doesn't want the Rights of Man
ALTAR BOY
The Pope declares that it's a sin
MALE CHORUS
The Pope declares that it's a sin
REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST
The Pope declares that it's a sin
People are sharing the apples
The Pope says Bless You but it's still a sin
COMPANY
The Pope says Bless You but it's still a sin
REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST
The Pope gives his blessing with sleight of hand
COMPANY
The Pope gives his blessing with sleight of hand
REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST
He doesn't want the
REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST & MALE CHORUS
Rights of Man
ALTAR BOY
The Pope declares that it's a sin
MALE CHORUS
The Pope declares that it's a sin
TROUBLEMAKER
But the Pop can change his mind like that
Like trying on a different hat
Turning on the stars above
And politics and God and love
Turning like an apple
That shrivels on the sand
And when the core is rotten
No one tastes the Rights of Man
REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST
You never taste the Rights of Man
CHORUS
He does not want the Rights of Man
The Pope does not want the Rights of Man
He's made his stand
He washes his hands
The Pope does not want the Rights of Man
REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST
Nothing but a prayer to hope for
Nothing but a little wine to drink
Nothing for this hunger but a handful of grain
The horizon always the same
REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST & TROUBLEMAKER
Rooted in this earth
Like our parents dead and gone
Like the trees which are our emblem
The horizon just goes on and on
We'll change it with a forest
REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST, TROUBLEMAKER & CHORUS
The olive and the oak tree
Will be our flags