Roger Waters - So to the Streets in the Pouring Rain lyrics

RINGMASTER So to the streets in the pouring rain The dispossessed and the drunk and the lame Gathered in bands And took the law into their own hands Like the daring young man on the flying trapeze Like birds flying into a storm They took the great leap And launched themselves into the void CHORUS We broke into the arsenal, Les Invalides Found cannonball and powder, everything we need We marched on the Bastille The home of tyranny k**ed the jailer And set two madmen free RINGMASTER When you have an army of your own You'll get to choose Who will live Who will die Who will win Who will lose TROUBLEMAKER A piece of prison stone Is all I have to call my own Insight to see the other side Strength and weakness, love and pride Is all I have to leave my child If my child survives He'll judge men by their deeds and not their smiles He'll keep his taste of good red wine His pride, his friends, his lust for life These are the things that will avail him If my child survives