Uneasy Lies the Head

Liberte
 Egalite
 Fraternite
 Queeles belles idees
 La tyrannie du peuple
 He once fed the scaffold
 On revolution square
 But now the crowds cackle
 At his skull shaved bare
 At his shirt torn and bloody
 From the bullet in his jaw
 At his hands worn and muddy
 From years burying the law
 The reign of terror
 Will fade into lore
 With the king of errors
 Head on the floor
 Uneasy lies the head
 That wears the crown
 They called him "incorruptible"
 The prince of anarchy
 But all men grow tryannical
 At the reins of liberty
 The guillotine is power
 It's steel depicts rage
 Blood rains down in showers
 When democracy's a cage
 The reign of tower
 Will fade into lore
 With the king of errors
 Head on the floor
 Uneasy lies the head
 That wears the crown
 He tries to speak his final words
 But his mouth drips off its hinge
 The flesh, ravaged by the birds
 Makes even soldiers cringe
 On a plank his body's laid
 The wood dampened by his fear
 The lever's pulled, a falling blade
 And all the people cheered