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Ringmaster: Birds flock, when winter settles in The Harlequin with dunce's cap and silver horn All mournful, mocking eye and painted tear, Has seen it all before The sparrows hurl in the face of glazed imperium, Then stunned, affronted, fall Then, picking up perch braggart on the wire and Launch towards the south, towards the land of fire "To freeze in the dead of night" Revolutionary Priest: To freeze in the dead of night To burn in divine law Deep in the crucible brine The sorrow and the rage entwine And coil and climb towards the light The quill is poised above the page Words like falling rain slake the thirst and dowse the flames Cooling in the crucible and idea forms A nugget of belief in the hearts of the poor That maybe in the dawn's new light They have a right to the law "To the streets in the pouring rain" Letras de canciones Ringmaster: So to the streets in the pouring rain The dispossessed and the drunk and the lame Gathered in bands and took the law into their own hands Like the daring young man on the flying trapeze Like birds flying into a storm They took the great leap And launched themselves into the void Chorus: We broke into the arsenal, Les Invalides Found cannonball and powder, everything we need We marched on the Bastille The home of tyranny Killed the jailer And set two madmen free Ringmaster: When you have an army of your own You get to choose Who will live Who will die Who will win Who will lose Troublemaker: A piece of prison stone Is all I have to call my own Insight to see the other side Strength and weakness, love and pride Is all I have to leave my child If my child survives He'll judge men by their deeds and not their smiles He'll keep his taste of good red wine His pride, his friends, his lust for life These are the things that will avail him If my child survives... From Letras Mania