[Verse 1] I watched a king lose his head From a rooftop on Rue Saint-Honoré Powdered wigs Crimson steps They swore the future started that day I drank with poets in cellars Their breath full of smoke and belief They toasted to “liberté” While I hid my hunger in my teeth [Chorus] Blood in two republics Same thirst New flag I don’t kneel to any coven I just pack a bag From Paris rain to prairie dust I outrun every throne and trust I’ve lived a thousand laws and lies But I won’t bow to yours tonight (no way) [Softer, breathy] M'écoutes-tu, mon petit chou ? J'espère que ces histoires ne te font pas peur. [Verse 2] Cargos creaked across the Atlantic Salt wind Cannon scars Cheap wine I slipped through customs like a rumor Stole a name that wasn’t mine Open fields Gold rush fires I slept in wagons Under trains Your councils called from their mansions I answered with an empty chair again [Chorus] Blood in two republics Same thirst New flag I don’t kneel to any coven I just pack a bag From bayou fog to border towns I vanish when their rules come ’round I’ve watched empires fade from sight But I won’t bow to yours tonight (uh-uh) [Softer, breathy] M'écoutes-tu, mon petit chou ? J'espère que ces histoires ne te font pas peur. [Bridge] You hold court in painted parlors Counting years like silver coins (mmhm) I still taste that Paris powder Hear the crowd’s unbroken voice If a king can fall in daylight Tell me what your edicts mean I survived the blade and banner I won’t serve another queen (never) [Chorus] Blood in two republics Same thirst New flag I don’t kneel to any coven I just pack a bag From cobbled streets to canyon skies I haunt the roads you can’t surveil or buy Write my gospel in the night I won’t bow to yours I won’t bow to yours I won’t bow to yours tonight (hey!) [Softer, breathy] M'écoutes-tu, mon petit chou ? J'espère que ces histoires ne te font pas peur. Your modern lights don't blind me I dance beneath the glow If I ever want to kneel to you, you'll know... you'll know. ....
