In Paris there's a rumble under the ground It's the sound of the printing press And like a volcano when it blows It spews out ideas like confetti, like snow Read all about it! Hold the front page! The street's a theatre Each café... A stage! But under every café awning There appears this papal warning His Holiness the Pope, I fear Believes the Rights of Man to be a bad idea The pope does not want the rights of Man The pope does not want the rights of Man He finds them too profane He finds them too profane When a man bites the apple When a man bites the apple He gets a taste for liberty He gets a taste for liberty He gets... a taste of liberty He gets... a taste of liberty The Pope declares that it's a sin The pope declares that it's a sin So let us raid the apple tree Although the Pope does not agree He blesses us with sleight of hand He doesn’t want the Rights of Man The Pope declares that it's a sin The Pope declares that it's a sin The Pope declares that it's... a sin People are sharing the apples The Pope says Bless You but it's still a sin The Pope says Bless You but it's still a sin The Pope gives his blessing with sleight of hand The Pope gives his blessing with sleight of hand He doesn't want the Rights... of Man The Pope declares that it's a sin The Pope declares that it's a sin But the Pop can change his mind like that Like trying on a different hat Turning on the stars above and politics and God and love Turning like an apple that shrivels on the sand And when the core is rotten No one tastes the Rights of Man You never taste the Rights of Man... He does not want the Rights of Man The Pope does not want the Rights of Man He's made his stand He washes his hands The Pope does not... want the Rights of Man Nothing but a prayer to hope for Nothing but a little wine to dream Nothing for this hunger but a handful of grain The horizon always the same Rooted in this earth Like our parents dead and gone Like the trees which are our emblem The horizon just goes on and on We'll change it with a forest The olive and the oak tree Will be our flags