Heads

I see, Aristo, you have put them to the test As they fight among themselves in the streets Gorged yourself on lavish cakes and fancy breads While the children of this city, have not to eat You can buy their sicken souls with a gold piece But your riches aren't enough to clear your sin And don't think you can run a hide from justice When the revolution on it's way, begins Your corruption, has spread just like a cancer From a Nave all the way up to The Queen So you may count on keeping your appointment When it's time to meet our Madame Guillotine