Send my cinders home to mother
They gave me a medal for my valor
Leaden trumpets spit the soot of power they say
"I'm on your side when nobody is, cause nobody is
Come sit right here and sleep while I slip poison in your ear"
We are waiting on a telegram to give us news of the fall
I am sorry to report dear Paris is burning after all
We have taken to the streets in open rejoice, revolting
We are dancing a black waltz, fair Paris is burning after all