Revolution

This is the beginning of something new
Our golden haired leader with eyes of blue
Will lead our France victorious
And from the oppression he will free us

Our little boys gone off to war
If they'll return we aren't that sure
We'll keep their toys and games and meals
And with the devil make our deals
To bring our babies home

These guns are real between their hands
Beneath their flag and patriotic bands
The bullets will certainly maime and kill
The people have all had their fill

Our little boys gone off to war
If they'll return we aren't that sure
We'll keep their toys and games and meals
And with the devil make our deals
To bring our babies home

Their flag is red just like their blood
They fight for what they've deemed good
Spurred onto fight their student's war
They're children playing at men's chore

Our little boys gone off to war
If they'll return we aren't that sure
We'll keep their toys and games and meals
And with the devil make our deals
To bring our babies home

The barricade falls at dawn
The pools of blood across the lawn
The boys all dead upon the ground
Their leader shot without a sound

Our little boys gone off to war
If they'll return we aren't that sure
We'll keep their toys and games and meals
And with the devil make our deals
To bring our babies home