Aristocrats held all the cards 
The rules they made kept the people barred 
And when the king refused to share their rights 
They knew this time he'd gone to far 
The palace guards have guns and mace 
To keep the marchers in their place 
But even if they restless blood should run 
The choice was made, the breakdown had begun. 
The tower falls, the flag is changed 
The new one still looks much the same. 
While nameless faces sit for portrait painters 
About to see it all again. 
Whose hand is seen as open, 
Whose hands are bound? 
Who wears the cap, who wears the crown? 
Storm The Bastille.