Charles Windsor Lyrics

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
3 Meanings
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Yes, yes! KILL THE MONARCH SCUM!!!!!!!!!!

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This is on the face of it, a fun song. Delve deeper and you realise that it is a typically offensive lefty socialist rant.

Song Meaning
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This 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'?

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