Roger Waters - The Fall of the Bastille lyrics

Scene 5 "The Fall of the Bastille" RINGMASTER Birds flock, when winter settles in The Harlequin with dunce's cap and silver horn All mournful, mocking eye and painted tear, Has seen it all before The sparrows hurl in the face of glazed imperium, Then stunned, affronted, fall Then, picking up perch braggart on the wire And launch towards the south, towards the land of fire