Guillotine by Drella published on 2024-01-29T20:56:29Z 'Guillotine' is the new single from Bradford alternative rock trio Drella. The single was produced by Sugar House Music (Corella, VENUS GRRRLS, Viola Beach) at Catalyst Studios, St. Helens. Lyrics Verse 1 The people want answers so you can explain Cos you are a politician with an awful lot to say In a posh Eton voice and with a shiny silver spoon That you were always fed with so you can’t seem to lose Verse 2 I can hear your lies in the ayes to the right Cos you can starve the kids and then sleep peacefully at night In a seven acre gaff on the family patch With a portrait of the king and a blow up Maggie Thatcher Chorus It’s a sacrifice and I’m paying the price Lost in austerity but when you cut it’s us who bleed I don’t believe all the things that I read Cos the only cuts we really need are the 1% on a guillotine Verse 3 The people want answers, so you can explain How you make cuts to welfare then give immigrants the blame In your Sunday best you will sell the NHS Then blame it on the poor in a government report Chorus It’s a sacrifice and I’m paying the price Lost in austerity but when you cut it’s us who bleed I don’t believe all the things that I read Cos the only cuts we really need are the 1% on a guillotine Bridge I’m tightening my belt and picking pennies off the floor While those in number 10 enjoy their scotch and caviar I’m begging at their feet as the bodies line the street With my back against the wall but I won’t stand for this no more You’re a parasite You’re full of lies But you carry on talking In blue and white I know your type You’re rich so you do what you like A parasite you’re full of lies Look at me when I’m talking The only cuts we really need are the 1% on a guillotine Chorus It’s a sacrifice and I’m paying the price Lost in austerity but when you cut it’s us who bleed I don’t believe all the things that I read Cos the only cuts we really need are the 1% on a guillotine Outro I can hear your lies in the ayes to the right Cos you can starve the kids and then sleep peacefully at night In a seven acre gaff on the family patch With a portrait of the king and a blow up Maggie Thatcher -END- Genre Rock