Charles Windsor Songtext

von Manic Street Preachers

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Der Songtext "Charles Windsor" von "Manic Street Preachers" erzählt von einem Mann namens Charles Windsor, der an der Tü...

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Charles Windsor, who's at the door
At such an hour, who's at the door
In the back of an old green Cortina
You're on your way to the guillotine

Here the rabble come
The kind you hoped were dead
They've come to chop, to chop off your head

Hundreds of bound big business men
Hacks from The Sun, military men
So many rich men weep in despair
On and on into Trafalgar Square

Here the rabble come
The kind you hoped were dead
They've come to chop, to chop, chop, chop your head

These once peaceful streets
The scenes of revenge you'd wished not to see
Revenge is so sweet for those who don't know anything sweet

Here the rabble come
The kind you hoped were dead
They've come to chop, to chop, chop, chop, chop, chop Chop off your head