[00:00.00] 作曲 : Alex Lifeson / Neil Peart / Geddy Lee Weinrib/Alex Lifeson/Geddy Lee Weinrib/Neil Peart/Geddy Lee
[00:00.94] 作词 : Alex Lifeson / Neil Peart / Geddy Lee Weinrib/Alex Lifeson/Geddy Lee Weinrib
[00:01.89]Ooh, there's no bread, let them eat cake
[00:18.42]There's no end to what they'll take
[00:19.02]Flaunt the fruits of noble birth
[00:20.40]Wash the salt into the earth
[00:21.42]But they're marching to Bastille Day
[00:22.38]La guillotine will claim her bloody prize
[00:23.40]Free the dungeons of the innocent
[00:24.09]The king will kneel, and let his kingdom rise
[00:25.53]Ooh, bloodstained velvet, dirty lace
[00:27.93]Naked fear on every face
[00:28.53]See them bow their heads to die
[00:29.07]As we would bow as they rode by
[00:29.88]And we're marching to Bastille Day
[00:31.50]La guillotine will claim her bloody prize
[00:33.87]Sing, o choirs of cacophony
[00:37.26]The king has kneeled, to let his kingdom rise
[00:38.79]Lessons taught, but never learned
[00:39.75]All around us, anger burns
[00:40.32]Guide the future by the past
[00:41.13]Long ago, the mould was cast
[00:42.24]For they marched up to Bastille Day
[01:23.97]La guillotine claimed her bloody prize
[01:24.75]Hear the echoes of the centuries
[01:25.38]Power isn't all that money buys, whoa

作曲 : Alex Lifeson / Neil Peart / Geddy Lee Weinrib/Alex Lifeson/Geddy Lee Weinrib/Neil Peart/Geddy Lee
作词 : Alex Lifeson / Neil Peart / Geddy Lee Weinrib/Alex Lifeson/Geddy Lee Weinrib
Ooh, there's no bread, let them eat cake
There's no end to what they'll take
Flaunt the fruits of noble birth
Wash the salt into the earth
But they're marching to Bastille Day
La guillotine will claim her bloody prize
Free the dungeons of the innocent
The king will kneel, and let his kingdom rise
Ooh, bloodstained velvet, dirty lace
Naked fear on every face
See them bow their heads to die
As we would bow as they rode by
And we're marching to Bastille Day
La guillotine will claim her bloody prize
Sing, o choirs of cacophony
The king has kneeled, to let his kingdom rise
Lessons taught, but never learned
All around us, anger burns
Guide the future by the past
Long ago, the mould was cast
For they marched up to Bastille Day
La guillotine claimed her bloody prize
Hear the echoes of the centuries
Power isn't all that money buys, whoa