Madame Guillotine 23 Lyrics

The rich man in his castle, the poor man at his gate

And the god that made us high and low bows to the fourth estate

The three lions on our shirt have slumbered too long in the sun

It's time to shake our chains to earth like dew for the judgement day has come

At school they told us stories of this land of hope and glory

Now the silver's all been sold off by a band of hopeless Tories

How is it we're still governed by cousins of the Queen

Perhaps it time to remind them all of Madame Guillotine

The skies all dark with bombers in a far off foreign part

Keep terror on the front page and fear in England's hearts

Refugees brought to their knees, now wash up on our shores

There's no money here to take them in but always plenty for waging war

At school they told us stories of this land of hope and glory

Now the silver's all been sold off by a band of hopeless Tories

They're lining their own pockets, They think we haven't seen

Perhaps it time to remind them all of Madame Guillotine

I'm loading my belongings into my chariot of fire

Whilst Jerusalem gets bulldozed and surrounded in barbed wire

I'm heading for the mountains green, for the clouded hills

Foreign investors buy shares and flats in the old satanic mills

At school they told us stories of this land of hope and glory

Now the silver's all been sold off by this band of hapless Tories

How is it we're still governed by cousins of the Queen

Perhaps it time to remind them all of Madame Guillotine