The King's Head Bleeds Tonight #TheTavern

Down by the gallows where the ravens feed The crown spills gold while the people bleed But 'neath the stone and smoke and spite There's a fire lit in the black of night The alehouse echoes rebel talk Steel in boots, and plans in chalk Old men sharpen rusted pride While young hearts toast the king’s last ride The King’s Head bleeds tonight! We’ll raise our pints and light the fight With tankards high and swords held tight By dawn, his throne will lose its height Yeah, the King’s Head bleeds tonight! At the Crown & Dagger, truth ignites Let the bastards feel our bite! He taxed the widows, whipped the poor Built his throne on holy war Banned our songs and burned our books Now we meet where no one looks In smoky rooms with mud-soaked floors Where rebels piss on royal laws We ain’t noble, but we’re right And his red silk neck is in our sights “No prayers. No peace. Just steel and beer.” “When the bell tolls twelve, we disappear.” The King’s Head bleeds tonight! His banners fall, his men take flight His crown won’t save him from our spite And the tavern roars with drunken might Yeah, the King’s Head bleeds tonight! One swing for freedom, one for pride Now storm the gates and do it right! “Raise the glass, break the chain! Let the king drown in the rain!” “Strike the bell, light the flame! Drink to rebels with no name!” The King’s Head bleeds tonight! Not from war, but from what’s right The sword was swift, the ale was tight Now sing with fire in the candlelight! The King’s Head bleeds tonight! Let ‘em write it on the walls in spite: The crown fell hard, and the rebels bite.