Roger Waters - In Paris There's a Rumble Under the Ground lyrics

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Roger Waters - In Paris There's a Rumble Under the Ground lyrics

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