Charles Windsor lyrics

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 come 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 come The kind you hoped were dead They've come to chop, to chop, chop your head These once peaceful streets The scenes of revenge you'd wished not to see Revenge is so sweet for those who don't know anything sweet Here the rabble come The kind you hoped were dead They've come to chop, to chop, chop... Chop off your head