Oh seventeen eighty nine, hunger's scream The guillotine asks for a dusting, fix its blade How many more kings are here to stay? How many more heads upon the necks? Today the king isn't clean, bring a sponge So we can clean all the blood from the lord How many more kings are here to stay? How many more heads upon the necks? Oh seventeen eighty nine, citizens born Let's hope it lasts a hundred thousand million years How many more kings are here to stay? How many more kings are here to die?