Socrates The Felice Brothers

[Verse 1]
They accused me of writing songs
I was sentenced to death
Twenty-four hours to live
So long, my love
They denied my last appeal
Offered me a final meal
Twenty-four hours to go
Twenty-four hours to the show

[Chorus]
Health to the tyrant
Health to the modern state

[Verse 2]
When they tie me to the stake
What a great event I'll make
All of the ratings will soar
High as the war
And they’ll pile on the sticks
All my books and manuscripts
All of my letters and I
Will darken the sky
But the Sisters of Charity
Committed them to memory
And all of the children
Will sing like seeds on the wind