Left-wing bourgeoisie

With ideas of virtuous self

Watch out for the bloodthirsty man

Who stands alone out in the rain

With rivalries thick, it divided the prize

You're hungry for more just like Robespierre

Thirty voices, thirty bribes

Thirty reasons to apologize

When you think that you're a patriot

Someone else thinks you're Robespierre

Blood of the saboteur

Bribes from the messenger

Walk, walk right into it

It chokes him

Fatal truth, the immaculate whim

Makes a speech on being skinned alive

One, two, fifteen rounds down in the fight

Limping back with jawbone bruised and disgraced