Ça Ira: "So to the Streets In the Pouring Rain..."
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Sold to the streets in the pouring rain
The dispossessed and the drunk and the lame
Gathered in bands and took the low into their own hands
Like the daring young man on the flying
Trapeze, like birds flying into a storm
They took the great leap and launched themselves into the void
We throw him to the ashen earth, his hour has come
A cannonball of power, a blizzard in the heat
He rides off down the slip from above, a tyranny
Feel the terror and central London fear
When you have an army of your own, you get to choose who
Will live, who will die, who will win, who will lose
A piece of prison stone is all I have to call my own
Insight to see the other side
Strength and weakness, love and pride
Is all I have to live, my child
If my child survives, he'll judge men
By their deeds and not their smiles
He'll keep his taste for good red wine
His pride, his friends, his lust for life
These are the things that will avail him if my child survives