Charles Windsor Lyrics - Manic Street Preachers

Written by: McCarthy 

Charles Windsor who'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 

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Here the rabble comes 

The kind you hoped were dead 

They've come to chop, to chop off your head 

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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