Stakes And Torches Lyrics

Aurelio Voltaire Stakes And Torches

Stakes and torches
Scimitars and bayonets
Scythes, pitchforks
A sickle with a sharpened edge
Swords and spades
And mallets that are made of lead
Anything at hand
Anything that can
Help us to remove the head
Of that filthy rich
Fat son of a bitch
While he's sleeping in his bed

(Instrumental bridge)
Storm the steps
We break into the palace hall
It's so majestic
We are frozen in our awe
Grandmother cries as she crumples to her knees
Says, "I can understand
That the rich demand
An amount of luxury
But I'd have never dreamed
It was so extreme
While we had nothing to eat."