Tom Weir - Charlemagne lyrics

One man rolled down to the gutter One man stood in place Another with plain misfortune One with closed disgrace Charlemagne All the same The Bourbon's slain Stalin reigns A mob in black Won't attack They hypnotize Tyrannize Breed the roaches Burn the coaches Hold him 'til he's flinched The k**er angels masked with pain still Tired from the itch Charlemagne All the same The Bourbon's slain Stalin reigns A mob in black Won't attack They hypnotize Tyrannize Burn the bougies Flash the floozies Fill their hearts with pain Unleash the children Feed confusion Until they're all the same Charlemagne All the same The Bourbon's slain Stalin reigns A mob in black Won't attack They hypnotize Tyrannize