Charles Windsor Songtext
von Manic Street Preachers

Ah, what a fuss, oh

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

Here the rabble comes
The kind you hoped were dead
They've come to chop, to chop off your head

These once peaceful streets (oh)
The scenes of revenge you had not wished to see (oh)
Revenge is so sweet (oh)
For those who don′t know anything sweet (oh)

Here the rabble comes
The kind you hoped were dead
They′ve come to chop, chop, chop, chop, to chop off your head