เนื้อเพลง Rues Des Blancs-manteaux - Marc Almond

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 jewels
But the heads they turned them
Rolling from on high
Heads stuck in their hats

In the gutter of the blancs-manteaux