We want to get rid of the Guillotine And abolish pain somehow But to make a world free of tears We build these scaffolds now Come dry your tears and pray explain How can we abolish pain? If we don't build these scaffolds now These instruments of injustice These tools of execution We've given to the Guillotine More blood than you have ever seen What end could justify these means? We've given more of our blood We've given We've given more of our blood We've given We've given more of our blood More of our blood We've given, we've given More blood than we could turn to love Than we could ever hope to turn to Love More blood, than we could Ever hope could turn to love We've given, we've given More blood, than we could turn to love Come angles of mercy Come doves of peace Shine a light on all these warring clubs and cliques The jackal and hyena who prowl these city streets Would turn in their own mother for a little extra meat From the piles of dead the Republic comes to life Her mutilated body reeling like a drunken fishwife Gives birth to the future Gives birth on the street Impure and exultant she gives birth to the dream When the dream When the dream Is understood Is understood That no man should live in chains That the great and the small are equal after all