Charles Windsor — Manic Street Preachers

Charles Windsorwho's at the door At such an hour who's at the door In the back of an old green cortina You're on your way to the guillotine

Here the rabble comes The kind you hoped were dead They've come to chop, to chop off your head

Hundreds of bound big business men Hacks from 'The Sun,' military men So many rich men weep in despair On and on into Trafalgar Square

Here the rabble comes The kind you hoped were dead They've come to chop, to chop off your head

These once peaceful streets The scenes of revenge you had not wished to see Revenge is so sweet to those who have never known anything sweet

Here the rabble comes The kind you hoped were dead They've come to chop, to chop off your head