Flowers of the Night

Paine and Pierce and Robespierre, Juarez and Danton
Luther, King, and Lumumba, dead but far from gone
Lenin, Cleaver, Jesus too, outlaws in their nation
Revolutionaries all dreamed of liberation

God is up in heaven, his agents here on earth
The church has said that this man rules, he's best because of birth
But what's that noise down in the street? Who dares to shout and sing?
With all his courtiers at his side, who dares to touch the king?

Old man get some soldiers, keep them close at hand
There's a fire in the country, there's a flame come to the land
Seven thousand loyal troops, in ranks, they stretch so far
With seven thousand well-armed men, no one can touch the czar

Paine and Pierce and Robespierre, Juarez and Danton
Luther, King, and Lumumba, dead but far from gone
Lenin, Cleaver, Jesus too, outlaws in their nation
Revolutionaries all dreamed of liberation

Louis watch the prison, send the goons around
Is that Paris burning? Is the Bastille falling down?
Where are all the mercenaries paid for by the king?
Have they joined the mob, you say? Doesn't money mean anything?

Old men get some soldiers, keep 'em close at hand
The seeds that were sown yesterday now flower in the land
Guard yourself most carefully with military might
Plants that cannot bloom by day must flower in the night