Socrates - The Felice Brothers

They accused me of writing songs

I was sentenced to death

Twenty-four hours to live

So long, my love

They denied my last appeal

Offered me a final meal

Twenty-four hours to go

Twenty-four hours to the show

Health to the tyrant

Health to the modern state

When they tie me to the stake

What a great event I’ll make

All of the ratings will soar

High as the war

And they’ll pile on the sticks

All my books and manuscripts

All of my letters and I

Will darken the sky

But the Sisters of Charity

Committed them to memory

And all of the children

Will sing like seeds on the wind

Health to the tyrant

Health to the modern state

Health to the tower

Health to the southern gate

When I bring my songs to hell

All the killers and infidels

Will be spinning around

In flammable gowns

If you take the tyrant’s head

They put a tyrant in his stead

No more bloodshed, my friends

Seek no revenge

Don’t bring flowers to my bed

I don’t need them when I’m dead

Twenty-four hours to go

Twenty-four hours to the show

Health to the tyrant

Health to the modern state

Health to the Dollar

Health to the modern state

Health to the tyrant

Health to his enemies

Health to the tyrant

Health to the southern gate