O Guillotine - Simon Bookish

Tobias Schmidt, though you’d never admit

The jacks became clubs in your time and now

Tobias Schmidt, though you’re not to blame for it

Your Harpsichord strings took the heads of kings

O Guillotine

Tobias Schmidt, witness to none of this

Vengeful, lives were sold: your transaction in gold

Tobias Schmidt, prepare the photofit

Bow down Africa’s slave, bow down Europe’s knave

O Guillotine