Roger Waters - The Commune de Paris lyrics

Scene 2 "The Commune De Paris" RINGMASTER The Monarchy restored The crown sits tilted and uneasy now The Girondins, one eye co*ked nervous in the East Are loath to bring it down TROUBLEMAKER But at the gates Beyond the palsied grip of limp and timid politics The Marseillais are girded for the fray With pike and pick and bloodied stick They'll plant the laurel tree And their song will be a fanfare for the Commune de Paris