Charlemagne - Sweet Eve

One man rolled down to the gutter

One man stood in place

Another with plain misfortune

One with closed disgrace

Charlemagne

All the same

The Bourbon’s slain

Stalin reigns

A mob in black

Won’t attack

They hypnotize

Tyrannize

Breed the roaches

Burn the coaches

Hold him 'til he’s flinched

The killer angels masked with pain still

Tired from the itch

Charlemagne

All the same

The Bourbon’s slain

Stalin reigns

A mob in black

Won’t attack

They hypnotize

Tyrannize

Burn the bougies

Flash the floozies

Fill their hearts with pain

Unleash the children

Feed confusion

Until they’re all the same

Charlemagne

All the same

The Bourbon’s slain

Stalin reigns

A mob in black

Won’t attack

They hypnotize

Tyrannize