Charles Windsor who's at the door
At such an hour who's at the door
In the back of an old green cortina
You're on your way to the guillotine

Here the rabble comes
The kind you hoped were dead
They've come to chop, to chop off your head

Hundreds of bound big business men
Hacks from "the sun", military men
So many rich men weep in despair
On and on into Trafalgar square

Here the rabble comes
The kind you hoped were dead
They've come to chop, to chop off your head

These once peaceful streets
The scenes of revenge you had not wished to see
Revenge is sweet to those who have never known anything sweet

Here the rabble come
The kind you hoped were dead
They've come to chop, to chop off your head


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    General CommentYes, yes! KILL THE MONARCH SCUM!!!!!!!!!!
    my nothingon May 10, 2005   Link
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    Song MeaningThis is on the face of it, a fun song. Delve deeper and you realise that it is a typically offensive lefty socialist rant.
    JackKnifeBarberon October 16, 2010   Link
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    General CommentThis is McCarthy song from about 1986. On the album 'I am a wallet'. Like Nicky Wire I'm a McCarthy obsessive. They covered a few of their songs I think. Didn't they also do 'We are all bourgeois now'?
    thesulkson June 11, 2015   Link

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