Hush little baby, don't say a word.
Momma's gonna buy you a polished turd,
and if that polished turd don't stink,
Momma can't tell you how to think.
*****
Rock-a-bye baby, in the tree tops
When the wind blows, the foundations will rock,
When the walls break, the foundations will fall.
But we ain't got no chance to see that at all.
****
Lullaby and goodnight, flambeaux alight.
With lillies o'er spread is King Louis' head.
Lay low the walls of the Bastille, may the people arise through blood and steel.
Lullaby and goodnight, Libertines unite.
De Sade's grace glow and shine bright.
Cast off the yoke of morality, and may you embrace liberty.
