the grievances of the people
Singer:roger waters
looks up through the rain
and dreams of a little more grain
plump in his place in the sun
ignores the sound of the distant guns
their thunder falls upon deaf ears
the peacock never sniffs the air
he fails to see that a starvation diet brings
the scent of riot on the breeze
the king; the state; la france
each of the above must with regret cut off all payment
the state of france lies in disrepair
the bishops hide the grain; to the attics it's sent
we shout out slogans that we make up
but it's more like a gin trap that's been carefully set
we write what we can on the cow's flayed hide
our grievances are noted and then brushed to one side
but the pain we feel keeps us alive
bushes and bones and sticks and stones
in manosque the bishops get what they deserve
stoned to death and we retrieve the grain from their reserves
we plunder all the bakeries
searching for our courage in. searching for our courage in. searching for our courage in.this folly