Intro 
G A G A G A G F# E  x2 
A B A B A B A G# F#  x2 

E  G  C  D  A  D    E  G  C  D  C  D  x4 

verse 1 
      E          G      C            D    A  D 
Ooh, there's no bread, let them eat cake. 
 E          G      C            D    C  D 
There's no end to what they'll take. 
 E          G         C     D    A  D 
Flaunt the fruits of noble birth. 
 E        G     C       D    C  D 
Wash the salt into the earth. 


[Refrão]
 
 G           F#  G   C      B     A 
But they're marching to Bastille Day. 
    G               A                D 
La guillotine will claim her bloody prize. 
 G        F#  G   C       B   A 
Free the dungeons of the innocent. 
     G                   A               D 
The king will kneel and let his kingdom rise. 

Instrumental 
E  G  C  D  A  D    E  G  C  D  C  D  x2 

Verse 2 
      E            G       C     D    A  D 
Ooh, bloodstained velvet, dirty lace. 
 E     G       C     D    C  D 
Naked fear on every face. 
 E        G         C        D    A  D 
See them bow their heads to die 
   E         G      C        D    C  D 
As we would bow as they rode by. 

Chorus 2 
 G         F#  G   C      B     A 
And we're marching to Bastille Day. 
    G               A                D 
La guillotine will claim her bloody prize. 
 G       F#  G   C     B   A 
Sing oh choirs   of cacophony. 
    G                    A               D 
The king has kneeled to let his kindgom rise. 

Instrumental 
G  F#  C  B   G  A  D 
G  F#  C  B   G  A  E 

Solo 
G F# G E F E C D E 
G F# G E F A 

C  D  E 

D  A   D  A   D  A   G  F#  E  x2 

E  B   E  B   E  B   A  G#  F#  x2 

C# D C# G# A A  x3 

D Eb D A A# A#  x3 

B C B F# G G  x3 

E  G  C  D  A  D    E  G  C  D  C  D 

Verse 3 
  E      G          C     D      A  D 
Lessons taught but never learned. 
 E    G        C     D    C  D 
All around us anger burns. 
 E         G     C       D    A  D 
Guide the future by the past. 
 E    G       C         D    C  D 
Long ago the mould was cast. 


[Refrão]
 
 G        F#     G  C      B     A 
For they marched up to Bastille Day. 
    G          A                  D 
La guillotine claimed her bloody prize. 
 G        F# G  C       B    A 
Hear the echoes of the centuries. 
 G           A              D 
Power isn't all that money buys. 

Outro 
G  F#  C  B   G  A  D 
G  F#  C  B   G  A  E 

D  A   D  A   D  A   G  F#  E  x2 

E  B   E  B   E  B   A  G#  F#  x2 

C# D C# G# A A  x3 

D Eb D A A# A#  x3 

E F E B C C  x3 

G    F#    G    C    B     A 
G    A     D 
G    F#    G    C    B     A 
G    A     G    A    G