Marc Almond - Rues Des Blancs-manteaux lyrics

In the rue des blancs-manteaux They raised a wooden stage Threw some bran in a basket And there was the scaffold In the rue des blancs-manteaux In the rue des blancs-manteaux The executioner rose at dawn He had a job to do He must chop the generals, bishops and admirals too In the rue des blancs-manteaux Into the rue des blancs-manteaux Came the well-bred women With their precious j**els But the heads they turned them Rolling from on high Heads stuck in their hats In the gutter of the blancs-manteaux