Sweet Eve Charlemagne
One man rolled down to the gutter
One man stood in place
Another with plain misfortune
One with closed disgrace
Charlemagne
All the same
The Bourbon's slain
Stalin reigns
A mob in black
Won't attack
They hypnotize
Tyrannize
Breed the roaches
Burn the coaches
Hold him 'til he's flinched
The killer angels masked with pain still
Tired from the itch
Charlemagne
All the same
The Bourbon's slain
Stalin reigns
A mob in black
Won't attack
They hypnotize
Tyrannize
Burn the bougies
Flash the floozies
Fill their hearts with pain
Unleash the children
Feed confusion
Until they're all the same
Charlemagne
All the same
The Bourbon's slain
Stalin reigns
A mob in black
Won't attack
They hypnotize
Tyrannize
