[Verse 1] Ooh, there's no bread, let 'em eat cake There's no end to what they'll take Flaunt the fruits of noble birth Wash the salt into the earth [Chorus] But they're marching to Bastille Day The guillotine will claim her bloody prize Free the dungeons of the innocent The king will kneel and let his kingdom rise [Verse 2] Ooh, bloodstained velvet, dirty lace Naked fear on every face See them bow their heads to die As we would bow when they rode by [Chorus] And we're marching to Bastille Day The guillotine will claim her bloody prize Sing, oh choirs of cacophony The king has kneeled to let his kingdom rise [Instrumental Break] [Guitar Solo] [Verse 3] Lessons taught but never learned All around us, anger burns Guide the future by the past Long ago the mould was cast [Chorus] For they marched up to Bastille Day The guillotine claimed her bloody prize Hear the echoes of the centuries Power isn't all that money buys Oh!