Bastille Day (Live at Hammersmith Odeon - February 20, 1978)

Teel me how I love you wrong
And feel so right...

Alright London, from Toronto, Canada
Rush!

Ooh, there's no bread, let them eat cake
There's no end to what they'll take
Flaunt the fruits of noble birth
Wash the salt into the earth

For they marched out to Bastille day
La guillotine claimed her bloody prize
Hear the echoes of the centuries
Well, power isn't all that money buys

Bloodstained velvet, dirty lace
Naked fear on every face
See them bow their heads to die
As we would bow when they rode by

And they're marching to Bastille day
La guillotine will claim her bloody prize
Sing, o choirs of cacophony
Well, the king has kneeled to let his kingdom rise

Lessons taught but never learned
All around us anger burns
Guide the future by the past
Long ago the mould was cast

For they marched out to Bastille day
La guillotine claimed her bloody prize
Hear the echoes of the centuries
Well, power isn't all that money buys
Wow

Thank you
How you all doing tonight, London?