Paris Brûle (La Chute De La République)

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The imaginings of Baudelaire's most vile fantasies Fills the mind of citizens I can see the guillotines through the haze Beneath the Eiffel tower Covering that Ill mockery The Rothschilds funded, called art

I can see the spirit of De Gaulle Rising from the sewers Napoleon spinning in his grave

This is not a drill! This is happening! Wake up, We're not in Kansas anymore!

Paris is burning The end of the fifth republic And the whole world will bear witness And the whole world will have eyes to see

"We're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine. And the machine is bleeding to death"

To the barricades! To the Bataclan! To the Bastille!
Alles tous vous faire foitre!

Paris is burning Wine, blood and baguettes fill the street The hoardes of primeval barbarians Armed with chainsaws, machetes AK-47's Most likely provided by Soros In a bizarre dance Through the smoke Their arabesques some grotesque caricature The black flag hangs on Champ Elysee The imaginings of Baudelaire's most vile fantasies Fills the mind of citizens I can see the guillotines through the haze Beneath the Eiffel tower Covering that Ill mockery The Rothschilds funded, called art I can see the spirit of De Gaulle Rising from the sewers Napoleon spinning in his grave This is not a drill! This is happening! Wake up, We're not in Kansas anymore! Paris is burning The end of the fifth republic And the whole world will bear witness And the whole world will have eyes to see "We're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine. And the machine is bleeding to death" To the barricades! To the Bataclan! To the Bastille! Alles tous vous faire foitre!

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