Left-wing bourgeoisie With ideas of virtuous self Watch out for the bloodthirsty man Who stands alone out in the rain With rivalries thick, it divided the prize You're hungry for more just like Robespierre Thirty voices, thirty bribes Thirty reasons to apologize When you think that you're a patriot Someone else thinks you're Robespierre Blood of the saboteur Bribes from the messenger Walk, walk right into it It chokes him Fatal truth, the immaculate whim Makes a speech on being skinned alive One, two, fifteen rounds down in the fight Limping back with jawbone bruised and disgraced