Heads Will Roll
Heeding the call for the death of nobility
Each will teach another
And soon rocks will fly like
Dying birds in the
Sky
Win or lose the King
Is bound to
lose his
life
Round heads and towheads and bowed heads
On down
loving the kiss, the
lick of the guillotine
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