Manic Street Preachers - Charles Windsor Lyrics
Written by: mccarthyCharles windsor whos at the doorAt such an hour whos at the doorIn the back of an old green cortinaYoure on your way to the guillotineHere the rabble comesThe kind you hoped were deadTheyve come to chop, to chop off your headHundreds of bound big business menHacks from the sun, military menSo many rich men weep in despairOn and on into trafalgar squareHere the rabble comesThe kind you hoped were deadTheyve come to chop, to chop off your headThese once peaceful streetsThe scenes of revenge you had not wished to seeRevenge is so sweet to those who have never known anything sweetHere the rabble comesThe kind you hoped were deadTheyve come to chop, to chop off your head