TROUBLEMAKER Let us break all the shields And soil the ermine Take the oak and the olive tree Make their philosophy our own The pigs eat acorns The rich eat the pork The poor eat the olives and spit out the stones
REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST We only ask a little tax from the nobility The spat out stone will grow in time into an olive tree We will smoke our pork over a fire of basilic
TROUBLEMAKER And we will plant the laurel tree
REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST To make
TROUBLEMAKER To make
REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST A wreath
TROUBLEMAKER A wreath A wreath to crown the Republique
REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST We will smoke our pork upon the pyre of privilege The flames of castles burning will dance from ridge to ridge
We’ll break all the shields Spit out all the stones Make the oak and the olive tree’s philosophy our own The pigs eat acorns The rich eat the pork The poor eat the olives and spit out the stones
CHORUS We will smoke the pork on a fire of basilic We will plant the laurel tree to make our laurel wreaths To crown, to crown, to crown the Republique!