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March of the Mothers (Intro - Solo drum beat followed by aggressive acoustic strumming) (Verse 1) The pantry is empty, the cradle is cold The stories of glory are tired and old Put down the ladle and pick up the knife We’re marching for bread and we’re marching for life The road to the palace is muddy and long But our feet are keeping the beat of the song (Chorus) Bring him back to Paris, bring the baker home Drag him from the gold and the honeycomb The rain is soaking through the woolen shawl But we are the storm that will batter the wall Hear the women chanting in the driving rain We are the cure for the hunger and pain (Verse 2) Twelve miles of anger, twelve miles of mud With fire in the belly and iron in the blood Versailles is sleeping in a satin bed While we are screaming for a loaf of bread Open the gates or we’ll tear them apart We’re coming for the king and the queen of hearts (Chorus) Bring him back to Paris, bring the baker home Drag him from the gold and the honeycomb The rain is soaking through the woolen shawl But we are the storm that will batter the wall Hear the women chanting in the driving rain We are the cure for the hunger and pain (Instrumental Break - Fiddle and electric guitar trading melodies) (Bridge) No more silence in the kitchen floor We aren't asking nicely anymore If the men won't do it, then the mothers will We're pushing the boulder right over the hill (Verse 3) The carriage is rolling, the captives are bound The monarchy listens to a brand new sound We are the river that carries the boat With a grip of the people around the throat Paris is waiting with open jaws To write a new chapter of natural laws (Chorus) Bring him back to Paris, bring the baker home Drag him from the gold and the honeycomb The rain is soaking through the woolen shawl But we are the storm that will batter the wall Hear the women chanting in the driving rain We are the cure for the hunger and pain (Outro) Bread... Bread... Bring him home... (Drum beat fades out)