Vendean's Skin

Thirty two men shot, thirty two flayed men
Lie by the river before being skinned
The Vendean's blood flows in the streets of Angers
For the blues's pleasure, to tanners from Pont de Cé

Men's skin to make drums out of them
And kid's skin to turn them into lampshades
Men's skin to make drums out of them
And kid's skin to turn them into lampshades

They glorified women's skin for their incredible finesse
They'd rip their butts off for their happiness
That bastard Robespierre, the worst of torturers
Always right in his boots, leather were his knickers

Men's skin to make drums out of them
And kid's skin to turn them into lampshades
Men's skin to make drums out of them
And kid's skin to turn them into lampshades



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Writer(s): Le Lord
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