注释:
Main Riff :)
Oh.......
there's
no
bread
let 'em
Verse........
eat
cake..........
There's
no
end
to
what
they'll
take............
Flaunt
the
friuts
of
noble
birth
Wash
the
salt
into
the
earth....
But
they're
Chorus
Chorus
mar -
ching
to
Bas -
tille
day....
La Guillotine
will claim
her
bloody
prize......
Free
the
dun -
geons
of
the
inno -
cent........
The King
will kneel
and
let his
Kingdom
rise.........
Blood
stained
velvet
Verse
dirty
lace........
Naked
fear
on
every
face.......
See
them
bow
their
heads
to
die.....
As
we
would
as
they
rode
by........
And
mar -
tille
day........
La guillotine
claim
prize.........
Sing
oh
choirs
ca -
cophany
Well the
King must kneel
let this
rise.........
Octave Bends :)
Octave riff.......
Octave Lead......
Guitar Solo.....................................
Guitar solo............
Guitar Solo.........................
Main Riff..............
Lessons
taught
but
Verse..............
never
learned.......
All
around
us
anger
burns...
Guide
the
future
by
the
past..
Long
ago
mold
was
cast.......
For
they
marched
out
day.........
La guillotine
claimed
Hear
the
echoes
the
centuries
Well
Power isn't
all
that
money
buys..............
Oh...........
Half time feel:)........
